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Chat Mod appointment.

Congrats to everyone who were appointed chat mod! As a former Chat Mod myself, I know all it's a big responsibility, but I know GreenGrenade, Jorick, Chai, and LonesomePine will all do the position justice!

that's so meta || character storage thread

Elle, the Blue Ranger

▼ E L L E ▼ 17 • 1,12 ▼ F E M A L E ▼ L E S B I A N (out and proud) ▼ F A C E C L A I M • Bridget Satterlee; Dialogue Color: Sky Blue ▼

► M O R P H I N T I M E

Blue Ranger | Triceratops | Water Element

► S T R E N G T H S

Kind and Gentle — Elle has been known to extend a hand to anyone who is in need of help and never has thought twice to be the person to greet someone first. She might show signs of being shy, but she is far from it. She remembered what it was like when she was the new kid and nobody took the time to be friendly to her in the beginning, so she never wanted anyone to feel like that ever again.

Active in the Community — Whether it's volunteering at the community center, helping clean up the park, or simply offering to watch her neighbor's kids, Elle is always willing to give her time where its needed. Many have praised her for the willingness to give up her free time that most girls her age would like to have so they could hang out with their friends. She always found it weird why anyone wouldn't want to do what they could to pay it forward.

A Curious Mind — Some might call it nosey and others might just shrug it off as Elle just wanting to feel included, but when it comes down to it, Elle always has had a bit of a curious mind. whether it was figuring out what made things start, how communities were brought together and what tore them apart (hypothetical scenarios of course), and just about everything one could think of, Elle loves to know things. She's always the one to be patient to learn and gain knowledge. Her ability to apply this knowledge should also be noted as something impressive too.

A Lot of Moxy — She isn't the most athletic person and might seem a tad ungraceful, but you can't say that she doesn't have a lot of heart. Everything she does is Elle giving 110% percent. It might not always be perfect, but this is tied to her curious mind. There's a willingness to learn and an undying will to endure. And anyone who knows about Penelope Quinn's journey through childhood might know that she's been bullied a lot but she never let the negativity get to her. Always and forever, she remained hopeful for the next day.

► W E A K N E S S E S

Naive — There's certainly something to be said about how hopeful she really is. And her ability to be kind to others, especially those who might not deserve it. She doesn't recognize that some might not want to receive her acts of generosity or that not everyone might not want to be her friend. This is certainly something that could land her into some trouble and certainly could be taken advantage of should she come across the wrong person.

Inability to Say No — Elle's always had the problem of not being able to balance her responsibilities. So many people expect her to do this or do that and when she doesn't tell them no, she is handed the task of doing whatever it is those who come to her want her to do. Sometimes it's not bad, but it definitely can pile on and that's where she suffers. The pressure and weight of every little thing she takes on gets to her and Elle does not handle pressure well. She'll immediately shut down and be of use to nobody.

Physically Weak — No amount of willpower or an enduring spirit can make up for Elle's lack of physical strength. She is fit, of course, and has the lean body type of someone who actively jogs and works out, but when you strip all that away, you are left with Elle Quinn, the weakling girl who can't punch through a rubber ball. No training whatsoever in any form of fighting arts and the grace of a ditzy seal.

► F E A R S

somewhere deep down is the sleeping fear that once Elle has served her purpose, she'll be tossed aside for someone better than her, someone prettier. She's never really felt included in any group of friends she's tried to establish herself in. She's never felt like she truly belonged with anyone and maybe that's why she is so friendly so that she doesn't let it show that she's absolutely terrified of being alone after she completes whatever task people ask of her.

► W H Y M E

Touching upon Elle's naiveté again, she was drawn into a bad situation with a few people who apparently heard she had no problem doing things for those she barely knew. So a few kids who most would automatically turn away from had approached her at school one day asked her if she would put a package of theirs in her locker until the end of the day. Not thinking much about it at the time, she did so without asking what was in the package. Little did Elle know, just an hour and a period and a half later, just about 30 minutes from the lunch period, two Angel Grove police officers came to her classroom and asked her to come with them.

Imagine being her right now and not knowing what was happening. She was absolutely terrified and it was justified because the package she was asked to hold had about fifty joints of weed in them and with nobody to blame, she took it all and with that came an arrest record that, thanks to her lawyer father, was dumbed down to a D-class misdemeanor. Had her father not intervened, she would have faced up to ten years, but thankfully Xavier Quinn managed to talk the DA to her serving monitored house arrest for six months.

► E X T R A

Elle is a huge fan of synthpop and has a massive crush on LIGHTS and Marina Diamandis
She loves to swim and surfs frequently
Elle works for the Community Center and hopes to run it one day.

May the Power Protect You (A Power Rangers RP)

@Fabricant451 thats kinda hot not gonna lie. one boy, the rest girls. harem style? xD or straight up all girls.

@TootsiePop

Female EmPOWERment innit

May the Power Protect You (A Power Rangers RP)

My choice for the Blue Ranger: Penelope Quinn. Dialogue Color: Sky Blue | Face Claim: Bridget Satterlee

May the Power Protect You (A Power Rangers RP)

Interested and such. #itsmorphintime

Legends of Carnation Island (SHELVED)

Michelangelo Sebastian Russo

“As you walk and eat and travel, be where you are. Otherwise you will miss most of your life.” ― Siddhārtha Gautama

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______________________________________ Michelangelo Sebastian Russo // Michel, Angel, Seb, MS, M ___________________________________________________ 22, 10/1 | ♂ | German-Irish and Italian-Spanish ___________________________________________________ Recent Graduate from Woodford University | Bisexual (no lean) ("I love who I love.") | In a committed relationship with Love and Romance "Sometimes it's hard having a gifted mind and a mouth.") ___________________________________________________ Positive | Sarcastic | Observant | Defiant and slightly Antagonistic ___________________________________________________ Unintentional Heartbreaker ___________________________________________________ Jack Falahee | 008060 No lunch yes, sorry. But I might have something cheese-related later on. Michel ♦ can speak four languages fluently (not counting English): German, Italian, French, and Spanish ♦ loves to shop and spend as much of his father's money as he possibly can just to spite him ♦ enjoys high tea a lot more than he thought he would (thank you, Amelia, for that). ♦ is more of a lover rather than a fighter ♦ supports equality in every way and would donate as much needed but he won't go to rallies (too violent) ♦ speaks his mind a bit too often than people would like ♦ has a mild or severe addiction to intentionally pissing people off (it's my drug of choice) ___________________________________________________

r e l a t i o n. t o. r a c h e l. Michel glares at the camera with a beaming smile, his pearly whites blinding the lens. He takes a seat on a luxurious couch in what looks like a hotel room somewhere extravagant. One last flash to the camera with his perfect smile and his flesh-colored lips start to move, his words echoing in a somewhat thick German accent. "You wouldn't believe just how many times I've taken the bullet for this woman. We met in my last year of high school and, well let's just say she helped me out of a sticky situation with a college football player and a strap-on. In return, she knew she had me in her corner till the end of days. And yeah, she might be a superficial bitch and probably a lot worse, but she's a bitch I love." a p p e a r a n c e . d e t a i l s. When people stand next to Michel, more often than not, they are given a clear impression that he stands higher than the average man would. Ever since he was seventeen or so, Michel has always been a tall, somewhat lanky fellow with long limbs, sturdy but skinny legs, and an overall vertical base of 6’3. He does work out as often as he could and takes care of his body, so he’s not exactly skinny but body type wise, he borders that particular country. He won’t fight you but he’ll sure as hell tower over you to give you some modicum of intimidation. And with the mixed reactions, people always find it odd whenever they stare into his dark brown eyes to find out they are softer, much like how soft his skin upon touch, than they might seem from down below. And the same seemed to happen when his hair is closely examined. Almost black but not quite, it has a very smooth texture to it. The way it easily slides out of the fingers is another clear sign about Michel’s upkeep on his body. His hair is no different because he treats it like a diamond: be a little rough when you need to be but when it’s at peak condition, tender loving goes a long way. As far as what fashionable outfits Michel might try on for the hell of it, know that his eye for what works and what might work on a creative day is keen. Much like his overall keen observation, he just has that talent of knowing how to make anything look good. He doesn’t like to brag about it, but Michel is pretty good in anything he puts on. And equally, he looks good in things that people might tell him he looks mighty good in the suit he picked out for the gala, or some casual outfit, beachwear, or even just rocking a tank and shorts. Whatever Michel puts on, more often than not, they are either of designer label or something custom made for him. Packing the Russo name tends to afford him the finer things in life and clothes just happen to be one of the finer things he enjoys the most. u p b r i n g i n g. s y n p o s i s. If there’s anyone who shouldn’t have ever become a father, it's Hugo Francis von Hoffman. He never was the kind of man who was loving or even understanding of emotions and how some wear them on their sleeves than others. And this became the case for his only son. As not only the firstborn from his wife, who died nearly three years after giving birth to her and Hugo’s only son, Michel was dealt with the harsh reality that his father wasn’t the kind to take him to soccer games and take him fishing. He was, however, the kind of father to push him past his limits. From ages six to nearly the time he left his family’s mansion in Wolfsburg, he was put through every lesson imaginable. Foreign languages, science, finance, business practices -- anything and everything but the arts were instilled into his mind at a young age. While he hated every minute of it, out of his torturous upbringing, came a knowledge of languages and business strategies that he had no doubt would prove useful at some point in his life. The only problem was that Michel didn’t experience a real childhood like his two half, younger sisters Leticia and Janel. Both of them were able to play, learn the arts, engage in hobbies, meanwhile, Michel was suffering with his father. “God I hate him!” Those words lived with him until and right at the moment he got the hell out of dodge when he was accepted into Woodford University. Initially, he was worried Hugo would stop him from leaving but surprisingly, the college met his unreasonably high expectations of his father, so thank the fuck he was able to get out of dodge before the man changed his mind. Fast forward to the first day of school, Michel had moved far, far away from the lands of Germany and moved into the freshman dorms of the Woodford University of Seattle Washington. Michel’s days spent at WU were more or less as normal as the American college experience could be. The one thing that did seem to be just a little different was, in fact, Michel meeting Rachel Ashford. Initially, their meeting came on a blind date arranged between their mutual friends. As far as dates went, it was enjoyable but by night’s end, the two had deduced they were way better as friends than whatever could have happened had they explored other options (and Michel was more than willing to go down that particular route). So over the years, the two became close and then they became really close. It got to the point where they were nearly inseparable and Michel happily became her designated distractor. That title description came with him volunteering to distract the ugly guy friends of the hot one she wanted to bang. It didn’t always work out in Michel’s favor, but sometimes they both got lucky that night. And now, fast forwarding to the current year, Michel is now a college graduate who holds two separate BA’s in Political Science and Business. Overworked, exhausted, and single, the embedded video from his dear slut Rachel came to him at the right time. Something about congratulations, something about her family. Mostly, Michel was too exhausted to listen to a lot of it, but he heard two phrases that summed up what he needed to know: “I asked daddy to close the whole island resort! Just for us!” “So what do you say? You want to be part of a legend?” Those were the only things he needed to know. So Michel sent his rsvp notice, packed as quickly as he could and was clearly on his way to join one of his best friends at her family’s island of what he knew was going to be legendary. “What? You thought I was going to make you wait for it? I’m not Neil Patrick Harris. I”m Michelangelo Sebastian Russo.” f a m i l y. Hugo Francis von Hoffman ♦ Father ♦ 61 ♦ "King" of the Diamond Trade ♦ Face Claim • Michael Fassbender — "My father wants to mold me into something I’m not. He doesn’t understand I want nothing to do with his business. I’m not some piece of coal he can hard compress into a diamond. I’m honestly more of an emerald that’s already shining. So for the last time, back off! " Alessandra Silva Russo ♦ Mother ♦ 42 (deceased since 2013) ♦ Formerly the CEO and CFO of the Russo Scouting Agency ♦ Face Claim: Elizabeth Hurley — ”May 3rd 2013 is a day I’ll remember forever. Mama, I miss you dearly. I can only hope you and Uncle Lorenzo are dancing in heaven or, if you’re in hell, then go kick Mussolini’s ass for us!” Maria Sofia de la Cruz ♦ Stepmother ♦ 35 ♦ Trophy Wife? ♦ Face Claim: Jessica Alba — ”I don’t know her and I don’t want to know her. As far as I’m concerned, she isn’t a concern of mine nor will I ever acknowledge her as any kind of replacement for my mother.” Janel Georgina "Gigi" von Hoffman ♦ Younger Sister ♦ 15 ♦ High School Sophomore at Crossroads Academy ♦ Face Claim: Victoria Konefal — "My kid sister. You dummy. You get me like no other can, even if you are too vocal for your own good. Do me a favor and try to not make life for yourself difficult by clashing with father’s latest toy.."

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Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

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Legends of Carnation Island (SHELVED)

@spooner @Dirty Pretty Lies And here's my lovable, if not somewhat opinionated, boy. Please be kind. <3

Michelangelo Sebastian Russo

“As you walk and eat and travel, be where you are. Otherwise you will miss most of your life.” ― Siddhārtha Gautama

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______________________________________ Michelangelo Sebastian Russo // Michel, Angel, Seb, MS, M ___________________________________________________ 22, 10/1 | ♂ | German-Irish and Italian-Spanish ___________________________________________________ Recent Graduate from Woodford University | Bisexual (no lean) ("I love who I love.") | In a committed relationship with Love and Romance "Sometimes it's hard having a gifted mind and a mouth.") ___________________________________________________ Positive | Sarcastic | Observant | Defiant and slightly Antagonistic ___________________________________________________ Unintentional Heartbreaker ___________________________________________________ Jack Falahee | 008060 No lunch yes, sorry. But I might have something cheese-related later on. Michel ♦ can speak four languages fluently (not counting English): German, Italian, French, and Spanish ♦ loves to shop and spend as much of his father's money as he possibly can just to spite him ♦ enjoys high tea a lot more than he thought he would (thank you, Amelia, for that). ♦ is more of a lover rather than a fighter ♦ supports equality in every way and would donate as much needed but he won't go to rallies (too violent) ♦ speaks his mind a bit too often than people would like ♦ has a mild or severe addiction to intentionally pissing people off (it's my drug of choice) ___________________________________________________

r e l a t i o n. t o. r a c h e l. Michel glares at the camera with a beaming smile, his pearly whites blinding the lens. He takes a seat on a luxurious couch in what looks like a hotel room somewhere extravagant. One last flash to the camera with his perfect smile and his flesh-colored lips start to move, his words echoing in a somewhat thick German accent. "You wouldn't believe just how many times I've taken the bullet for this woman. We met in my last year of high school and, well let's just say she helped me out of a sticky situation with a college football player and a strap-on. In return, she knew she had me in her corner till the end of days. And yeah, she might be a superficial bitch and probably a lot worse, but she's a bitch I love." a p p e a r a n c e . d e t a i l s. When people stand next to Michel, more often than not, they are given a clear impression that he stands higher than the average man would. Ever since he was seventeen or so, Michel has always been a tall, somewhat lanky fellow with long limbs, sturdy but skinny legs, and an overall vertical base of 6’3. He does work out as often as he could and takes care of his body, so he’s not exactly skinny but body type wise, he borders that particular country. He won’t fight you but he’ll sure as hell tower over you to give you some modicum of intimidation. And with the mixed reactions, people always find it odd whenever they stare into his dark brown eyes to find out they are softer, much like how soft his skin upon touch, than they might seem from down below. And the same seemed to happen when his hair is closely examined. Almost black but not quite, it has a very smooth texture to it. The way it easily slides out of the fingers is another clear sign about Michel’s upkeep on his body. His hair is no different because he treats it like a diamond: be a little rough when you need to be but when it’s at peak condition, tender loving goes a long way. As far as what fashionable outfits Michel might try on for the hell of it, know that his eye for what works and what might work on a creative day is keen. Much like his overall keen observation, he just has that talent of knowing how to make anything look good. He doesn’t like to brag about it, but Michel is pretty good in anything he puts on. And equally, he looks good in things that people might tell him he looks mighty good in the suit he picked out for the gala, or some casual outfit, beachwear, or even just rocking a tank and shorts. Whatever Michel puts on, more often than not, they are either of designer label or something custom made for him. Packing the Russo name tends to afford him the finer things in life and clothes just happen to be one of the finer things he enjoys the most. u p b r i n g i n g. s y n p o s i s. If there’s anyone who shouldn’t have ever become a father, it's Hugo Francis von Hoffman. He never was the kind of man who was loving or even understanding of emotions and how some wear them on their sleeves than others. And this became the case for his only son. As not only the firstborn from his wife, who died nearly three years after giving birth to her and Hugo’s only son, Michel was dealt with the harsh reality that his father wasn’t the kind to take him to soccer games and take him fishing. He was, however, the kind of father to push him past his limits. From ages six to nearly the time he left his family’s mansion in Wolfsburg, he was put through every lesson imaginable. Foreign languages, science, finance, business practices -- anything and everything but the arts were instilled into his mind at a young age. While he hated every minute of it, out of his torturous upbringing, came a knowledge of languages and business strategies that he had no doubt would prove useful at some point in his life. The only problem was that Michel didn’t experience a real childhood like his two half, younger sisters Leticia and Janel. Both of them were able to play, learn the arts, engage in hobbies, meanwhile, Michel was suffering with his father. “God I hate him!” Those words lived with him until and right at the moment he got the hell out of dodge when he was accepted into Woodford University. Initially, he was worried Hugo would stop him from leaving but surprisingly, the college met his unreasonably high expectations of his father, so thank the fuck he was able to get out of dodge before the man changed his mind. Fast forward to the first day of school, Michel had moved far, far away from the lands of Germany and moved into the freshman dorms of the Woodford University of Seattle Washington. Michel’s days spent at WU were more or less as normal as the American college experience could be. The one thing that did seem to be just a little different was, in fact, Michel meeting Rachel Ashford. Initially, their meeting came on a blind date arranged between their mutual friends. As far as dates went, it was enjoyable but by night’s end, the two had deduced they were way better as friends than whatever could have happened had they explored other options (and Michel was more than willing to go down that particular route). So over the years, the two became close and then they became really close. It got to the point where they were nearly inseparable and Michel happily became her designated distractor. That title description came with him volunteering to distract the ugly guy friends of the hot one she wanted to bang. It didn’t always work out in Michel’s favor, but sometimes they both got lucky that night. And now, fast forwarding to the current year, Michel is now a college graduate who holds two separate BA’s in Political Science and Business. Overworked, exhausted, and single, the embedded video from his dear slut Rachel came to him at the right time. Something about congratulations, something about her family. Mostly, Michel was too exhausted to listen to a lot of it, but he heard two phrases that summed up what he needed to know: “I asked daddy to close the whole island resort! Just for us!” “So what do you say? You want to be part of a legend?” Those were the only things he needed to know. So Michel sent his rsvp notice, packed as quickly as he could and was clearly on his way to join one of his best friends at her family’s island of what he knew was going to be legendary. “What? You thought I was going to make you wait for it? I’m not Neil Patrick Harris. I”m Michelangelo Sebastian Russo.” f a m i l y. Hugo Francis von Hoffman ♦ Father ♦ 61 ♦ "King" of the Diamond Trade ♦ Face Claim • Michael Fassbender — "My father wants to mold me into something I’m not. He doesn’t understand I want nothing to do with his business. I’m not some piece of coal he can hard compress into a diamond. I’m honestly more of an emerald that’s already shining. So for the last time, back off! " Alessandra Silva Russo ♦ Mother ♦ 42 (deceased since 2013) ♦ Formerly the CEO and CFO of the Russo Scouting Agency ♦ Face Claim: Elizabeth Hurley — ”May 3rd 2013 is a day I’ll remember forever. Mama, I miss you dearly. I can only hope you and Uncle Lorenzo are dancing in heaven or, if you’re in hell, then go kick Mussolini’s ass for us!” Maria Sofia de la Cruz ♦ Stepmother ♦ 35 ♦ Trophy Wife? ♦ Face Claim: Jessica Alba — ”I don’t know her and I don’t want to know her. As far as I’m concerned, she isn’t a concern of mine nor will I ever acknowledge her as any kind of replacement for my mother.” Janel Georgina "Gigi" von Hoffman ♦ Younger Sister ♦ 15 ♦ High School Sophomore at Crossroads Academy ♦ Face Claim: Victoria Konefal — "My kid sister. You dummy. You get me like no other can, even if you are too vocal for your own good. Do me a favor and try to not make life for yourself difficult by clashing with father’s latest toy.."

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Legends of Carnation Island (SHELVED)

Michel's sheet is coming later on today.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Love torturing characters