HylianRose

100 Days of Summer

Eva it is then!

@FaithsRose No worries, Beast. I'm getting rather swamped now too, so anyone that did decide to take up my offer would need to be willing to wait weeks at a time for a reply, lol.

I was sort of leaning towards Michael, but then I realized that I play female better anyway so Eva would work out even more for me than a character type like Michael that I hardly ever play. So ye.

I'll move her over later once I get back from class.

[Animelover_princess] This Little Light of Mine [HylianRose]

Maggie watched the whole encounter curiously, keeping quiet. Her mother had always told her the best way to live in this world was to keep quiet, stay low and off the royals' radar.

When the small girl turned to her and spoke, Maggie still had a hard time accepting the fact that a girl smaller than a flower was real and talking to her. "Ye-" She was prepared to take the girl back to Yato's room when, like a bolt, she ran away. Concerned, Maggie followed her, though it didn't take much on Maggie's part to catch up and she came pretty close to squashing the poor girl with her boots.

Maggie watched as Lux tried her best to get up the flower's stem, failing miserably. She turned her small head and with a dainty face, asked Maggie to help her see the flower. With a sigh, Maggie lower her hand for the girl to climb on. She honestly could get to liking this Lux. She was beautiful like a princess and held the same countenance but her words and actions were very anti-princess-like.

"What is it?" Maggie asked, genuinely curious as she held Lux up over the flower.

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@mnkee No worries. I have schoolwork as well, as much as I dread it.

I live in Central GA so ye. I'm close but not close enough for it to matter. I'm only close enough that every single hotel room is booked to the max.

Also, for a second I was going to be like, ayyye I know where that gif is from but it wasn't were I thought it was from. I still know, I just thought it was from something else. Lol.

It's Natasha beating a guy in a boxing ring. I'll have to find the similar scene later.

Found it

Doctor Crush

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@HaleyTheRandom My TV is showing the hurricane hitting southern NC in the future. :\

Here's to the Nat Weather Channel being wrong.

On a good note, it's losing its strength slowly but surely.

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I'm on the chatzy today if anyone wants to join me. I'll probably be on all day today. If I don't respond quickly, I'm probably doing something else.

Also, I hope all of you, those on the US east coast, are being safe. Hurricane Matthew is some scary shit.

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Henry Peterson III

Interacting with: Feora @mnkee

Henry watched an interesting mix of emotions in Feora's face and smiled. It was nice seeing at least a small spark of authentic feelings in the girl. At least he knew she wasn't a rich daughter robot. Still, he wondered what the sudden switch from happy to angry stemmed from.

"Just good?" He asked, his eyes widening. They weren't just good, they were pretty amazing. Either she was seriously lacking taste buds, or something was up. He was actually hoping for the latter, he could work with the latter. He was also starting to get used to the half-assed smiles she gave him, though he didn't want to be. He had hope that he could turn them into real smiles given time.

His eyes went wide as Feora whispered in his ear much in the same way he did to her. He felt a spark run down the side of his body, not quite like a shiver, but not a tickle either. He fought the urge to turn his body away from her mouth and tried to listen to what she said. However, now he really couldn't keep his eyes off of her lips, the thought of them brushing up against his ear brought a red hue to his cheeks. He swallowed and looked down the ground very suddenly trying to thinking about how to respond without making it completely obvious how flustered he really was by the entire encounter.

Everyone has worth? That is what she said isn't it? Why would she say that? After a sobering moment of thinking about her statement, he turned to look at her, confusion spread across his face.

He wanted to lean in and respond, to let her know that no one deserved the effort it took her to pretend to smile but he didn't really know how to put it into words so he simply stuffed his mouth with another pastry, a pout on his face. "Maybe you'll have to make that for me instead. My mother was a vegetarian so I haven't had much meat. Even when my father's chef makes it, I can't seem to get it down. Maybe if it's you, I might could get it down." He explained, now grinning at her again.

He already wanted to leave this damn party. Maybe he would later... Say hello to a few others before heading in to find his room...

No. He didn't even want to do that much at this point. He glanced over at Cara, before turning back to Feora. "I think I might leave shortly. Unless you have a reason for me to stay?" He explained, asking for her opinion. "I'm not much one for big crowds like this, but I would feel badly if I left and you'd rather me stay and keep you company. I've never done one of these... 'Grand Ball' things so I'm not accustomed to what is happening and what may happen later. Is there dancing? Dinner? Would it be rude of me to leave so soon before meeting everyone? I'm not sure, honestly. But ever fiber of my being hates being here right now."

He sighed, his arms now crossed, his brows furrowed. "I wonder if there's a library. It might be nice to sit in there and read or chat... Maybe I could convince a maid to bring tea..." He pondered, the area between his brows relaxing.

Moon's Tale (DrivingPark x HylianRose)

"I'll be right back, James. Mind clocking me out while I take this out?" Claire called out, already removing her apron. She moved towards the back of the store, a large black trash bag slung over her shoulder. She back door closed as the front door opened with Lucas walking in.

The dumpster wasn't too far from the store and Claire quickly threw the bag over the side, the bag hitting the bottom of the metallic container with a thud. She smiled softly and stretched her arms up to the blue and pink sky. The sun was setting and Claire looked forward to the thought of talking with Lucas and watching the sun set over the beach. It felt like a dream, honestly. For a girl who'd spent most of her life in central Georgia, the beach was refreshing and calming and everything she wanted in life.

It was just a moment; a moment in time. Claire would remember it for a while to come. Time seemed to slow down in that moment. Her arms slowly fell back to her side as with a small smile still on her face, she looked over to a teenage boy standing in the center of the road, glaring at nothing in particular.

Her smile faded as her head turned and she noticed the on-coming traffic. Without much thought, Claire bolted for the boy. She felt every pound of her feet hitting the asphalt like it was the pounding of her heart beat. It felt like ages before she finally reached the boy, but it was too late. Just as she grabbed onto the boy, she heard the screeching tires of the car heading for them. Luckily, because the driver stopped in time, the impact was much less. The car slide out of control and the right bumper of the car smacked into Claire's knee. The boy tried to push her away but she held on tight as they both flew to the ground, hitting their heads on the asphalt.

The boy was out cold, a probable concussion, and Claire was barely conscious. She heard people shouting and yelling but it sounded more like listening to people whisper from underwater. She could tell they were yelling, but it sounded so quiet and peaceful. She could see in front of her, but everything was blurry and seemed to be moving very slowly. How many people could she see? 3? 6? She couldn't tell.

She kept drifting in and out of consciousness. At one point she remembered seeing James, another she saw white lights, bobbing up and down, another she saw the same pink sky moving slowly away from her, and then she saw lights looming over her. There she slept, her face seeming peaceful as she laid on the hospital bed. The boy was a few beds down, also sleeping peacefully.

100 Days of Summer

Eva

Geneva Ivy Rose

_{"Broken crayons still color."-Unknown}

Eva (Most commonly addressed in this manner)
Ivy
Rose



_{"There is no angry way to say bubbles."-Unknown}



September 22, 18


Heterosexual



_{"If there are no ups and downs in your life, it means you're dead."-Unknown}



Eva is a petite asian female, standing at 5'2", weighing a mere 96 lbs. Her hair is long, soft, and in certain lights appears almost strawberry brown. Her skin is like porcelain and her face is oval in shape. Her face is small but healthy in that it is thin but still full of life. Her smile is small and her expressions soft. (This doesn't mean she always looks as graceful as she does in her photos.)

The one blemish on her skin comes in the form of a scar on the back of her head. The scar has been with her as long as she can remember and was the product of a rather serious accident where she fell from a bridge and her head hit the bottom of the river.



_{"A lack of boundaries invites a lack of respect."-Unknown}

• Silly • Confident • Blunt •

Eva is a playful girl and likes to laugh and have fun. Summer and Spring are her favorite seasons and people that can match her energy are her favorite kinds of people. She is comfortable in her own skin, though like everyone she has her fair share of insecurities.

Eva fears that she is lost. She fears that when death knocks on her door, she will reflect back on her life and not like it. That she won't accomplish anything worth-while. She fears becoming the kind of people she hates, that is those that do nothing but play around with others.

Eva is also very blunt. She is very much a "Won't take shit." kind of person. This doesn't mean she's no-nonsense. Eva just knows when to stop someone from crossing the line. She believes firmly that if you don't clearly draw the lines for someone, you will never gain respect from them. She doesn't take disrespect very well, be it for herself or for others.

Eva also behaves very much like a vigilante. She loves to be a protector and will often put herself in situations where she becomes the target to protect the little person. She knows that she can handle a beating, when others maybe can't. She is very strong-willed, though she'll cry when alone (something she got from her mother, Maria). Even if it means much more pain later, she'd rather stand tall in front of everyone, and collapse later when alone.



_{"I must be a mermaid. I have no fear of depths, and a great fear of shallow living."-Anais Nin}

• Sunshine
• Spicy Foods
• Movies
• Strawberries
• Flowers
• Books

• Disrespect
• Animals
• Overly Sweet Foods
• Grayscale Colors
• Family

• Being Lost
• Accomplishing Nothing
• Water

_{"Why do some people say 'grow some balls'? Balls are weak and sensitive. If you wanna be tough, grow a vagina. Those things can take a beating."-Betty White}

Eva was born to rich parents but under odd circumstances she was separated from them. When Eva was born, she looked very much like another baby that was also born that day, same time, same weight, everything. They were so identical at birth that when the nurses went to put Eva back in her crib, she accidentally placed her in Eva (Eva's real name is Annalise Peterson). It took a few years for Maria to realize that her daughter looked nothing like her and a quick check confirmed her suspicions.

A year later, Eva was brought to her parents where she would be forced to live. Eva, however, had other ideas. She refused to be called Ana and often ran away from home to go back to who she considered her real family, her grandmother. Eventually, the king and queen decided it was in their daughter's best interest to let her do as she pleased. They would get nowhere confining her. Maria was quoted to have said, "She's so much like me that keeping her without her consent is practically impossible if I want to keep a good relationship with her."

Years later, on Eva's 17th birthday, her grandmother passed away. Since she's been living with her real parents rather reluctantly. Eva had been introduced to Elizabeth via her real parents when she was younger and always held a distaste for the girl until they got to know one another. She soon realized that she and Elizabeth were actually more similar than they were different, Elizabeth just handle the whole 'rich' title better than Eva did. Elizabeth soon included Eva in all of the friend-outings and Eva grew close to them, considering them her new family.


I Ain't Your Momma - J-Lo
<sub>When you're gon' get your act together?
I ain't your mama
No, I ain't your mama
No, I ain't your mama, no



"He offered her the world. She replied, 'I have my own.'"-Unknown</sub>


Eva has no future plans as of right now. She's living job to job, trying to figure it all out.


Colorcode: Coral
FC: Park Shin Hye

Michael

_{"Don't be afraid to fail. Be afraid of not trying."}

Park Dong Joo [Michael Park]

19 years old

_{"Could you shut up? I'm trying to get actual work done."}

Michael stands at 5"6' and weighs 145 lbs. He's fairly lean and works out daily to maintain this physique. Both his hair and eyes are a dark brown. One of his friends once equated them to black holes, which he promptly glared at them for. His skin is clear and fair, something many of the girls at school are rather envious of. Alyx often makes it very clear just how envious she is, demanding that he reveal his secrets to her.

He is often clothed very comfortably. He rarely wears button-ups or khakis and is almost always constantly seen in athletic wear or a simple t-shirt and jeans. He doesn't like appearing sloppy but also hates wearing clothing he deems "prissy."

_{"You say that like I'm not adorable."}

Michael is particularly interesting. He always seems to come off bored and distant, always responding very shortly and with the least amount of effort he can manage. He gets rather annoyed when people disturb or interrupt him. He focuses very heavily on his studies and his fitness, as he plays soccer and plans to play in college for a scholarship. However, he wouldn't exactly turn a friend away, he would just make it painfully obvious that he is annoyed with them.

He is also annoyingly loyal at times and also annoyingly protective, especially of female friends. He would fight alongside Callum or Shay any day, but if someone hurt Alyx, Rose, or Elizabeth, they might want to find a place to hide for a few days and let him cool off first. On the rare occasion that someone does find Michael smiling, it's usually for someone he cares very, very deeply. He believes very much in loving one person and one person only, he just hasn't really found that person yet.

In the face of challenge, Michael gets very excited and loves to tackle things that stretch his abilities, which is why he likes Callum so much. Callum always finds a way to make obstacles for Michael to figure out and tackle. However, he also finds it very annoying when Callum gives these challenges when Michael is working on something else.

_{"You know why I like horror movies? Horror movies make my life seem like a piece of cake."}

Michael grew up in Korea but when he was 8, he moved to the states with his mother. He still doesn't know who his father is but from the way his mother always reacted when he asked, he wasn't sure his father was a man he wanted to meet. When Michael was 16, he lost his mother to an accident. A drunk driver hit the driver side of his mom's car, killing her almost instantly. The woman who did it is still in jail to this day.

Friends of his mother and the few family willing to drive to the states to see him all said he seemed to take it very well. At the funeral he never cried, his face expressionless and somber and it's been that way since. Michael, on the day his mother died, cried enough for any one boy and he told himself he would not cry any more. Crying wouldn't bring his mother back and it certainly wouldn't make her happy. He wanted desperately to smile but could never seem to make himself do so, even a fake smile was hard for him and still is.

_{"I'd love a reason to smile."}

Michael plans to go to law school and become a prosecuter to put people like the woman who killed his mother behind bars.

_{"You might not be smart, but at least you're pretty."}

Likes - Studying, Working Out, Justice, Challenges, Spicy Foods, Documentaries, Horror Movies
Dislikes - Comedies, Melodramas, Liars, Being Interrupted, Sweet Foods, Cats

Finished the guy. Let me know which you'd guys would like to see. I'm cool with playing either. I will say tho, if we want romance, Eva might be the better choice. Because Michael isn't going to fall for a guy. Lol.

But if we're cool without romance, then Michael is a-okay.

Also, I'm wanting someone to start a 1x1 with me. I have a particular craving and thought I might reach out to you guys to see if any of you would be willing to help me feed my monster. You'd have to play a dude, a rich one at that, but ye. (And I might end up using Eva's fc again. :|)

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@HylianRose Okay, the post is great but that fucking gif is cracking me up!!!

@Lady Amalthea

:3 teehee.

That's pretty much how I imagine Henry all the time.

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Henry Peterson III

Interacting with: Feora @mnkee

He smiled as he watched her response to his sudden intrusion of her space. He was glad she'd elected to take up his offer of the pastry. At least she seemed calm in all this. That would be easy to work with. She stood at eye level, something Henry wasn't necessarily used to and for some reason, he thought it only made him respect her more. Not only did she figuratively stand on equal ground with him, but she also did so literally as well, ignoring the heels. In fact, she probably stood, figuratively, higher than he did. At least she wasn't branded a bastard.

For whatever reason, he found himself staring at her lips. They seemed almost perfectly sized and held in a position that was neither a frown nor a smile, necessarily. His brows furrowed as he felt the strange urge to see them stretch up in a smile, a real smile not the sort of smile most made in these moments. The sort of smile that warmed your heart and made you feel at ease because you knew the person smiling felt the same with you.

This urge only intensified as she greeted him as if a record. He knew then that she was falling back on training, on cookie-cutter phrases she'd learned to curb the fear, the discomfort... He simply stood for a moment, staring at her face, her lips, and her eyes which looked almost lifeless if it weren't for the hint of a spark held there. He probably looked rather silly, standing there silent after being greeted but for some reason his mind was racing, trying to think of someway to break the ice between them.

"I'd be better if I didn't have to pretend to be something I''m not." He told her, opting for honesty. "How are the pastries?" He asked, smiling softly, as genuinely as he could manage. "They make me miss my mother's cheese-cakes. You know, she made one for me every birthday even though she knew we couldn't really afford it." He explained to her, standing off to the side of her as to let people pass should they want to. His eyes darted over to Cara before returning to Feora.

Cara knew about his mother and was probably the only one in the room who understood his feelings about it all. Still, he wanted a friend in Feora and he wanted her to know exactly where he stood in all of this.

He leaned over to her, to whisper something in her ear, "Never feel obligated to smile for my sake. I promise, I'm not worth it." He pulled back and gave Feora a wink and a smile. "What about you, Princess Feora? What's your favorite food? I might feel the urge to make it for you one day, not that I'm any good." He asked her, this time much louder as if trying to cover up the fact he'd just whispered into her ear.