Filthy Mudblood

Normal High School RP?

I'd be happy to :)) I'll set up another Interest Check, to make sure that everyone's still on board after I've given this a little structure. It should be up tomorrow- I'll [@Mention] everyone that's posted here.

Every Rose Has It's Thorns

If everyone else is, then I guess I shall too :3 so sorry

Every Rose Has It's Thorns

Im sorry guys but the whole evil darkness and stuff, thats not my cup of tea, Im gunna drop out, Maybe we can start up something a tad less devastating...

@iHxzardx

I totally understand, and I agree that stuff is a little depressing right now, but it's not evil- just real life. Self-harm is a very real thing in the world, as is domestic violence and heartbreak. I think that @CherriesJubilee and I were just trying to make the roleplay more realistic, seeing as this is meant to be a Slice-of-Life. Of course, if you're not comfortable then it is understandable. Perhaps you can join something of the fantasy genre?

Every Rose Has It's Thorns

Upon arriving home, Morgan had gotten out of the car as fast as she could. The journey had been awkward and silent, and Morgan had settled for the fact that Odin must have been angry at her for her outburst. Unlocking her door, she paused as a quiet sound came form behind her. Whirling around, she almost jumped. "Jason?! Jesus, what're you doing here?" She demanded, her hand searching for the doorknob behind her. The boy shrugged, a hand going to rub the back of his neck. "I had to see you." Rolling her eyes at the words, Morgan finally managed to open the door. "I can't be bothered arguing with you and I don't have the energy. Come in."
Jason

Normal High School RP?

I'd be totally up for making this with a little bit of help >,>

Normal High School RP?

I volunteer

Lunox Island (Can Love Survive?)

The Queen of Sarcasm

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name
"I'd tell you if I wanted you to know."
Astrid Daley

age
"Young enough to be here."
Twenty-three years old

gender
"Is that supposed to be an insult? Wow. I'm wounded."
Female

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background
"Is this some kind of interview? Are there hidden cameras set up waiting for me to burst into tears?"
Astrid has always been a spirited girl, never following the rules in and out of school from the moment she could walk. Her intelligence kept her from being expelled, however, but that didn't stop her parents from becoming exasperated with her rebellious antics. Her parents, surprisingly, were a relatively normal middle-class couple, living in a small house in the outskirts of London. It was as much of a surprise to them as their second child popped out as a screaming bundle of anger- a stark comparison to her brother, two years older than her and a golden child.

Astrid had a tricky relationship with her parents, her mother in particular, as she grew up. Her brother, Michael, would be the peacekeeper in the house, but that couldn't put a stop to her doing whatever she could to annoy their parents. This included starting to play the violin- which shocked everybody; to see such a restless girl play an instrument linked with such tranquility. She would spend hours screeching out tunes on the instrument, much to the despair of her family, until she would master piece after piece; each one increasing in difficulty and complexity.

By the end of high school, she was still hanging around with the 'wrong people', doing reckless things, smoking cigarettes, going to parties and making bad choices. Astrid was kicked out of the house the minute she was old enough; and, despite her parent's reassurances that they still loved her, contact between her and her family gradually faded away to only one person- Michael, her brother. The two made sure to text and call each other at least weekly, updating eachother on their lives and being there to rant and rave about whatever had upset them recently. While Michael was travelling the world, his success rising alongside his fame, Astrid stayed in London, sharing a small flat with a few of her friends, partying throughout the night and busking on the streets with her violin during the day. It wasn't a great life, and she was used to going without luxuries, but she was happy. At least, she tells herself she is.

personality
Reckless ☩ Witty ☩ Passionate ☩ Guarded
Astrid is the classic bad girl that good girls are warned not to be friends with. She is narcissistic, blunt and some would say just plain rude upon first encounter. She makes the point very clear that she doesn't care what people think about her, especially when it comes to first impressions. In reality, she actually has a methodical series of walls she has built around herself to keep people out. It is easy to say that she is damaged, what with her careless attitude towards her own safety and her yearning for attention.

Her humour is something that she tends to use to deflect empathy. If someone is trying to understand her, she will more than likely shoot a few witty insults at them as a warning to back off, yet another aspect of herself that she has moulded into defence. She has certainly deserved the nickname 'Queen of Sarcasm', that's for sure, never being far from making a cheeky comment or two on current situations. Although some see the funny side, she doesn't really have a limit to her jests, and remarks like those seem to just roll off her tongue of their own accord.

She's pretty cocky when she wants to be, which often leads people to believe she is big-headed and selfish, which couldn't be further away from the truth. Underneath all of the anger at the world and the defensiveness, Astrid is deeply, deeply unstable. She is not the maniacal unstable that so many would at first believe about her, she's far more self-depreciating, untrusting and sensitive than that. Behind that expertly-placed mask, she overthinks every word said, blames every tiny mistake on herself, and believes the only way she can stop herself from hurting others is if she pushes them away. She thinks that her unwavering loyalty and fierce love is the most vulnerable part of her, when, in actual fact, it is the the strongest. This delicate aspect to her is very hard to find; it is the one part of herself that she doesn't dare to show off, or exaggerate. The time when this side of her is most dominant, and easiest to locate, is when she is playing her violin. She sees it as an extension of her soul; the way she communicates her true feelings is through the instrument, and she views it as the most precious part of her life.

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what they look for in a partner
"Someone that can handle me, I guess."
When first asked, Astrid would of course say that she was only interested in someone as reckless as she, someone that wasn't afraid of breaking the rules. She has always been attracted to the people that burn bright and harshly, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake. She's had her fair share of abusive relationships, that's for sure, but she still can't seem to understand that she deserves better.

What she needs is completely different, however, and -deep down- she knows this. She needs someone that can soften her harsh edges, placate her occasional madness and bring out the more sensitive, romantic side of her.

reason for joining show
"I'm regretting this already."
After joking around about it with her friends, she was dared to apply. Of course, being Astrid, she did. When she received news of her acceptance, she became the laughing stock of her 'gang', but they soon realised what it really meant and ended up encouraging her to go. Reluctantly, she finally agreed to take part, without bothering to let her family know- excluding her brother, of course.

other
"You must know enough by now."
- Speaks with a British accent
- Only smokes when stressed, or when trying to prove a point.
- Has her belly button, ears, and cartilage pierced.

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♦ Through The Pages ♦ (Fairytale Roleplay)

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Location: Eastern Palace, Oz
Interacting with: Eastern Council of Oz, Herself

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Bored, bored, bored. Anyone would think being a witch of Oz would be all fun and games, with servants attending to your every need and celebrations being held every time you sneezed. In reality, it was long council meetings and pretending to care about each Ozian's tiny problem. Evanora was mentally taking a note of every person in the room, giving each of them an extra special death. The one with the moustache would be dipped in acid, she decided with a smile.

"Miss Congaria? Your thoughts?"

She blinked lazily at the regal-looking woman to her right that had addressed her. "Hmm? Oh, yes. I agree." The witch nodded, her soft brown locks bouncing against her shoulders- satisfied with her answer. "So you think that we should execute all servants and workers alike if they are not of Oz origin?" Evanora almost chuckled. That would've been a disaster. "Of course not. I was just making sure you were listening, Miss Heliotrope." She smiled sweetly at the woman, but she felt the familiar spark between her fingers that occurred when she was irritated. A moment of silence passed before the mind-numbing conversation continued, making every second feel like an hour.

Evanora was just contemplating incinerating them all on the spot when a breath stirred in her ear. The words whispered to her by a servant brought a flicker of mischief to her features, quickly concealed by a cough that also gave her the attention of the council. "I am dreadfully sorry, my lovelies, but I must depart now on urgent business." Her smile was sickeningly sweet as she stood up and smoothed down her skirts. "Please, continue discussing our land's most precious future." With a wave of her hand, the double doors behind her swing open and she glided through them, letting them shut behind her with a bang. The facade dropped the second she disappeared from sight- shoulders slumping, features softening, and a steady stream of curses slipping from her lips as she made her way down one of the many pointless halls of this stupid palace. It wasn't fair. Of course Glinda would get the parties and the fun and the dancing, while Evanora had to sit at a table and figure out the cost of the celebrations she wasn't even invited to.

The Witch of the East's chambers were large and open, a whole wall had been knocked down to reveal the beautiful views of Munchkin Country; and, if she squinted hard enough, she could even make out the faint glimmer of the Emerald City on the horizon. She wasn't interested in admiring the countryside, however, and her deep blue gaze was fixed on one object and one object only. Her crystal ball.

"Show me Glinda."

With her hands pressed flat against the smooth glass, she watched as the orb's transparency began to shift into a cloudy blue colour. Then, after a moment's stillness, a familiar face came into view- one with an expression of pure bliss. There was cheering and happiness all around the Good Witch of the South, as per usual. Ignoring the fierce stab of jealousy, Evanora shifted her gaze to the full-length looking glass across from her. Her dress looked like a drab scrap of material next to Glinda's, her hair looked limp and straggly next to the other witch's luscious curls, and her powers were pitiful when compared to hers.

The piercing sound of shattering glass tore Evanora from her daze. She blinked. Who smashed her looking glass? Looking down at her hands, she watched as the familiar, crackling blue sparks faded to a dull glow beneath her skin. The looking glass, too, was glowing faintly. She let out a long, shaky breath. "I need a holiday."

She watched in sullen silence as servants fussed at the mess, sweeping up the broken glass without a questioning glance. Smart little things. None of them dared to make eye contact with her, but did not fail to acknowledge her existence. Their curious eyes darted around the room, however, picking up on the little details that they could chat about in the kitchens later on. Her eyes fixed on one servant girl in particular gazing with open curiosity at her crystal ball. Making sure that her glamor was strong- strong enough to make her seem at least thirty to anyone nearby- she waved her hand dismissively. "You may leave."

As they curtsied awkwardly, she held out a slender hand to point at the curious servant girl. "Stay." Evanora waited until the other servants were out of sight before beckoning the girl over, a hint of a smirk playing at her lips. "You're curious, aren't you? About my crystal ball?" The smirk widened as the girl stammered for an answer. "Hush, my pet, and put your hands here." She demonstrated, pressing her palms flat against the glass once more. Her eyes followed the girl's now-trembling hands as they did so accordingly. Evanora leaned in, her voice a soft whisper in the girl's ear. "Watch."

♦ Through The Pages ♦ (Fairytale Roleplay)

@Vicier I think I've made the necessary changes now ^^ sorry 'bout that, and if I need to change anything else, please tell me!

Every Rose Has It's Thorns

Morgan tapped her foot on the floor of the car for the majority of the ride. She was becoming more and more agitated, with her concern for Rose, with Odin doing this weird hero act. It took all she could not to just flounce off when Odin pulled over and gave her a hug. A sudden wave of irritation washed over her, swamping over everything else. "Look, Odin, just STOP."

She pushed him away, tugging at the ends of her sleeve anxiously. "Whatever this is you're doing, this stupid 'I'll protect you' thing- I want it to stop. Now." Her words came out in a rush, her cheeks flushing. "I'm sick of you treating me like I'm so bloody precious. Well guess what? I'm not. And I can handle myself without you hovering over every tiny scratch that I get." Without waiting to hear what he had to say, she turned around and stormed over to the car, throwing the door open and sitting down with her arms crossed. Boys.