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Slice of life | Anime Highschool Roleplay

LowKey123 said
i just noticed that Evangeline is in the same class as my character.nooo capn is gonna beat me up

I won't be too rough, as you'll probably then start to enjoy it.

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First few posts are looking great everyone! (:

Slice of life | Anime Highschool Roleplay

Kautalya said
I'm going off for the night!Goodnight everyone~

Take care, Kautalya!

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Evangeline Guiliani

▸ Age: 25.
▸ Gender: Female.
▸ Height: 5ft 2.
▸ Weight: 125lbs.

▸ Personality: Considerate. Free Spirit. Stubborn. Family Oriented. Night Owl. Creative. Technophobe.

▸ Biography: Evangeline was your typical girl next door. The Midwest sweetheart teen growing up. The girl you wanted to take home to momma. She lived in a small town where everyone knew everyone and gossip was the only thing that was worth talking about. When she wasn't doing household chores, she was outside with her dark hair flying in the wind, her smile lines deeply carved into her sun kissed skin.

One day while painting, the storm clouds moved in quicker than usual. "Damn it." Evangeline growled, trying to grab her supplies without ruining her work. The sky rumbled with thunder, a huge lightening strike lit up the sky and the heavy rain started to pour. Evangeline looked up, and let out a huge laugh. This was life, and no matter how bad it got, she found happiness. Her teeth chattered as she quickly began walking back to the house her parents had raised her in.

That is when she met Keith. Keith had been the guy in high school where every girl within a 10 mile radius had a crush on, and there he was staring at Eva. "Need an umbrella miss?" he called from his porch, as if the heavens themselves had opened up and spoke through his perfectly shaped lips. Evangeline stopped and turned towards Keith. He had grown more handsome since high school and it was apparent as the blood raced to her cheeks that she had fell over the Keith curse. "Yes sir!" Evangeline called, biting her lip afterwards and shaking her head as he approached her with the umbrella.

"Yes sir!? I must look so stupid..." she thought to herself as he reached her, placing the umbrella over the two of them as he continued to walk her home. The silence was broken by his warm voice, "That is mighty pretty." he commented to the painting, and Evangeline was sold. They talked the whole walk home. He wouldn't stop making her laugh. Several bouquet of lilies, two movie dates, and three months later Keith was proposing with the biggest ring Eva had seen this side of the river.

Evangeline moved right in to Keith's home, and was the talk of the town for a few weeks. "What would he want with her?" they sneered between glances, as they walked by. Evangeline paid no notice, she was madly in love with Keith. The catch of the town, the muse behind the beautiful paintings she began producing and displaying all around the house. "What do you think of this one baby?" Evangeline would call from the room she had made into her studio. "Baby?" she'd call with no answer.

Keith wasn't home from work yet, late again for the 25th time that month. Evangeline's eyes looked up at the clock. The ticking was loud, invading every corner of the room. "He must be getting me something special this time, a gift maybe." she smiled speaking loudly over the sound of the clock, imagining Keith coming through the door with a huge present for her.

"I'm so sorry I've been late all these days my little peanut he'll say!" Evangeline mumbled.

"I've been planning a huge surprise for you my one true love he'll say!" Evangeline screamed running to the clock and ripping it off the wall.

Keith came into the kitchen, and it was the last thing Evangeline remembers from that night. Or at least that is what she told the nurses at Lovecraft Asylum. Many more memories remained from that night, but she didn't want to recall them to these nurses, these doctors. They just didn't understand! She had been admitted not too long after the incident by the local sheriff's office, as it seemed most appropriate than sitting in the jail cell.

▸ OID: Evangeline's universe is plagued with technology, as this is the trigger that caused her to kill her Husband, Keith. As one can imagine, the clock, cellphone text messages and phone calls to his mistress, and the different purchases and sites visited on their computer caused her OID madness. Technology items turn into monsters and make very LOUD noises. Screeching noises. Even watches seem to tick at deafening pitches.

▸ Monster: Keith is Evangeline's personal boogeyman. He appears in the kind male who tends to get too close. The monsters in normal everyday appliances appear as normal women but soon become very disfigured women; missing limbs, sunken eyes and features, claws, screaming voices, demons of sorts. They leave her disoriented with the loud noises, and she cant escape them unless her sight and hearing senses are blocked by something.

▸ Key: Evangeline needs to find her roots back to her painting days. Recreating her painting from that night would unleash her from the demons. She needs to find someone who gives her the flame inside her heart to produce the painting that she had created that night that her OID was born from.

▸ Preferences ◂
Loves: Outside. Quiet. Hot baths.
Likes: Dessert. Working with her hands. Hugs.
Dislikes: Being told what to do. Ketchup.
Hates: Loud noises. Technology. Keith.

▸ Voice Audition: I have a little bit of a cold right now, so my character's voice might change just a tad bit when I get over the cold! But my monologue is from Heavy Rain- also where I kind of got the idea from my character from- so I hope you enjoy~

Evangeline

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Montana "Mo" Crowley

"Alcohol may be a woman's worst enemy, but the bible does say to love your enemy."

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✖Age: 38

✖Role: Town Drunk

✖Personality:

Positives Traits
➡ Fun.
➡ Family Oriented.
➡ Artistic- Singer/Painter.
➡ Friendly to everyone.
➡ Easy going/rides the wave of life slowly but surely.

Negative Traits
➡ Alcoholic.
➡ Promiscuous
➡ Aloof in conversation.
➡ Spends too much money.
➡ Commitment and trust issues with relationships and careers.

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✖Biography: Ashenport had been Montana's home since she was born. She would probably die there, though God willing, she prayed she wouldn't. The problem with Ashenport was that everyone pretty much knew everyone and no matter how hard you tried to keep a secret, someone somewhere knew the truth. If they didn't know the truth, they at least found a way to entertain the lie far enough to where it replaced the truth.

Growing up Mo' had a pretty easy going life being the youngest of the Crowley children, light farming, helping her parents, and the chore here and there took up most of her life. It wasn't until her father had a heart attack that she knew that life was truly a double edged sword. The death had been hard on her mother and her, Morrison hadn't seemed too concerned about it through Montana's eyes, but only until she grew older she understood as to why he had to be strong for the whole family. When their mother had pledged to leaving, Montana begged and pleaded with her mother to bring her with:

"I won't take any space! Please take me with, please don't leave me here." she sobbed.

Her mother could not bare to take any piece of Ashenport with her, and that included her only daughter. Morrison became both a father figure, and a reason for rebellion to Montana, and that's where life began to get hard. Morrison and Montana did not often see eye to eye on work ethic. He wanted everything to be done right there and right now, while Montana could wait a few days...weeks, or even months to start and finish a project. It drove Morrison crazy, and Montana quite enjoyed doing just that after awhile. "You're not Dad, Morrison! You can't tell me what to do all the damn time!" she would say as a young teenager living in his home. Boy, did that drive him up the wall! During these times, Montana had fell into the wrong crowd of kids. By all means Ashenport wasn't a crime infested city, but as far as bad kids go- Mo was one of them. Partying every weekend and staying out late every weekday became the norm for the young girl during her youth.

When the death of her mother reached town, Montana was barely phased. Some of the women gossiped it was suicide, some gossiped that it was murder. Montana gossiped that she wasn't her real mother anyways, or she would have taken her with her. Either way, life moved on and as Morrison grew into more of a man, Montana was stuck in her childish ways, taking advantage of the situation she was in, and not doing much to change it. Montana was young when Morrison met his first wife, she was genuinely happy for him, though her attitude towards him had not changed. They still welcomed her into their home with no hesitation and when his wife became pregnant, they still had no trouble giving the teen a roof over her head. It hadn't occurred to her at the time, but now she was very thankful for the generosity and kindness her brother had shown her.

Montana had fallen in love with Audrey the moment she was born. Mo would lean over her bassinet and stare into the big brown eyes of the little girl, putting her finger down so she could wrap her tiny hands around it. She was so full of life, while Montana lacked so much of it. "You're going to make it out of here sweetheart, I promise you." Mo would whisper caressing the young girl's cheek. If anyone knew Montana they'd say Audrey was the light of her life. In the tragic and sudden events of Morrison's wife's death, things took a turn for the worse in the Crowley family. Tensions ran high in the household, and everyday became a battle between brother and sister. Montana took a bitter turn for the worse, getting into more trouble at school, and around the town. She was a complete mess.

The moment Montana turned 18 she had to leave the house, not because she had to, but because she needed to. She couldn't bare to live with her brother anymore, though it pained her to leave- she knew it was for the best. Doing odd jobs around town she managed enough money for a small place in town. Her life was getting back on track, she met a man, fell in love, and became pregnant with a child in a matter of years. Montana was glowing in happiness, she was steady and finally becoming a young independent woman.

When the man she loved turned around and walked out on her. That was strike one.
When the bank told her she was losing her house and was bound to become homeless. That was strike two.
When the hospital informed her abnormal bleeding was because of a miscarriage. That was strike three.

Montana had gone from the top of the world to lower than dirt in a matter of years. Drinking, drug use, sex- became her normal day routine. Her reputation around town was split into two categories; Home wrecker or Nice piece of ass. Montana preferred the second one, but the first one seemed to happen more often in the small town. Reaching 30 things slowed down a bit again for Mo, she wanted to settle down and have a family, but no one really wanted to wife someone with such a reputation. That's why she needed to get out of town and leave that reputation behind her.

For several years since her 30th birthday Montana has been saving up some money to leave Ashenport. She still drinks, does drugs, and has sex on the occasion, but it definitely has slowed down a bit since her teen and younger years. Currently she rents a room in the Hotel as permanent residence. She is trying to rebuild a good relationship with her brother, and tries to have a healthy relationship with her niece- Audrey. Visiting them both at least twice a week up to their home in most northern part of town.

✖Nightmare: Montana's nightmare has visited her many of times during a drunken stupor. It is a young woman with a mangled face, unrecognizable because of the contortion of it and the amounts of blood dripping from the gashes. She walks slowly and her limbs appear to be badly broken or injured. The sound is the worst part of the nightmare as the sound of bone cracking and a gurgling sound escaping her lips. The nightmare has never gotten close enough to Montana for her to hear what the woman is saying, but she could swear that it's crying for help.

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Analise Marie Vitali

Age: 17

Personality: Feisty. Outgoing. Happy-Go-Lucky. Sarcastic. Adventurous. Goofy.

History: Analise was born of Italian descent into a upper middle class family. Her mother and father were both employed in banking, and she never had too much hardship growing up. She is the youngest of 3 children; her two older brothers: Antonio and Anthony. Twins, and both quite the troublemakers. Growing up Ana spent quite the time with her brothers, following them around like a lost puppy. They protected and kept her safe, but also brought her into the world of vices while mom and dad were away at work, or sleeping soundly in bed.

Meeting Caylee and Ivy were the best things that could have ever happened to the girl. The two really balanced her out, and without the two she wouldn't know what her life might be like. It was hard seeing Caylee leave for her vacation, but she knew the girl would have fun, and she wished her just that. Tying a friendship bracelet around her wrist she kissed her gently on the cheek, "See you soon babe. Don't do anything I WOULD do!" were the last words she had said before Caylee left, and she hope wouldn't be the last.

A party here and there, a drink here and there to match. Ana couldn't keep track, and without Caylee and Ivy to keep her straight, she almost didn't care. There wasn't too many memories of that night besides the rancid taste of vomit in her mouth the next day. "Ivy, I don't feel so good. Come take care of me?" Ana texted helplessly; and of course Ivy delivered.

The two were together when the tragedy of Caylee's family reached them. They were highly upset about it, and wish they could reach out to Caylee to protect her and take her away from everything that was wrong with this world's path of destiny. "I can't imagine how she's feeling Ana." Ivy said as they laid together in Ana's bed, the third night they had slept over at each other's house since hearing of the accident. "I-" Ana started before her throat started to close, she was going to throw up. Rushing to the en-suite bathroom, Analise threw up heavily, dry heaving as her petite body trembled on the tiled floor. "Ana?" Ivy called through the door, "Are you okay Ana?"

"I don't know." she choked out, "but something is wrong."

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Ivy Cheyanne Kolt

Age: 17

Personality: Calm. Friendly. Level-Headed. Intelligent. Thoughtful. Positive

History: Ivy was born of Irish descent to a upper middle class family. Her father is a dentist, and her mother works at the spa along with Levi's. Ivy is an only child, and that is the way she likes it. When not chasing Caylee and Ana around town, she often would fall into a land of fantasy in her books, writings, and sometimes artwork. Ivy has always been taught a good work and study ethic, being pushed by her parents to exceed in everything in life. One could say they push her a little too hard to be perfect, but she takes it in stride.

Meeting Caylee and Ana was a bit on the stressful side at first, with Ana being the 'let's go do this right here, right now' type- Ivy was sure thankful Caylee was there to help soften the edges. Ivy admired and cared deeply for the two of them, and even though they were all so young, she often thought about where they all would be in years to come. She giggled at the thought of them in a nursing home cruising about trying to pick up hot babes.

It hit Ivy hard when the news came home about Caylee and her family. Ivy found refuge at Ana's house often, as the two tried to keep strong for their friend. It wasn't that Ivy's parents didn't care about what was going on, but they felt there were more things in life that Ivy needed to be focused on; like calculus homework. With her hand tightly wrapped around Ana's, and in the deep dark of the night should reveal her thoughts more easily. "I can't imagine how she's feeling Ana." she mentioned, her brows creasing on her pale forehead.

Before she could get a response, Ana had hopped up and made a straight line to the bathroom, the sound of vomit escaping her, and making Ivy cringe. She waited a few moments before getting up and walking to the door, "Ana?" she questioned, "Ana are you okay?" she was concerned, but figured it was probably the stress of the situation. It wasn't rare for Ana to overreact, but this time seemed different.

It was a week or so later that Ivy finally encouraged Ana to go see a doctor. Waiting, and waiting in the hallway, Ivy kicked her boots on the ground as she worried. Why was all this happening right now? It was going to be the start of their senior year; this was supposed to be the happiest years of their life right? "Ivy.." Ana interrupted the train of thought in the young girl's head as she darted her attention to her, getting up, stumbling a little as she did so, "What did they say Ana? Is everything going to be okay?"

Ana stared, her green eyes vacant and empty. The tears welled up slowly, and then all at once in a heavy sob.

"I-I-'m Pregnant."

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Charlize Cousineau

"Does it truly make a difference how you are alive my child? You are alive now, isn't that enough?"

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➞ Age: 21

➞ Gender: Female

➞ Race: Human/Cyborg

➞ Magic: Charlize has found use in Elemental magic for refueling. With the price of gasoline these days, she really needed to find an alternative to buying it straight from the stations. She is still learning, and often fails in the practice, but her determination is high!

➞ Equipment: Well, she is part robot, so her own body is a piece of personal equipment. Titanium structure for the most part, some used car parts here and there, a melted down children's swing set too!

➞ Personality: Fun Loving. Adventurous. Silly. Independent. Hopeless Romantic. Restless.

➞ History: Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick..Tick...

The sound of the upstairs kitchen clock had drove the man completely insane. He had murdered his daughter in a fit of rage, gave her a warning shot straight into her chest. "Charlize?" the man whimpered, leaning over his only daughter. She wasn't breathing, her tone was disappearing, her skin becoming ice. "Charli, Charli speak to me." The man became angered, blaming her for sneaking into the house, and for sneaking out of the house in the first place. Why would she have done that? She knew it was wrong, she knew it was not the right type of thing to do in the neighborhood they lived in. Why?

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.

The man ripped the clock off the wall, as it continued to tick in his hands. "I must save her!" he sobbed, putting the clock underneath his arm as he approached his daughter's limp body. He took her by the arm and dragged her. Her blood soaked the wooden floors in a deep crimson line. The man pulled and dragged, sobbing. He let her body hit every basement step as he pulled her down into his workshop, the area where he fixed junk items, and found refuge when his wife had left him 10 years ago. He leaned down and hoisted her body up onto the table with all his might, his tears and harsh words filling the dim room, and the next door neighbor's bedroom.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.

"Damn you, you son of bitch!" the man yelled at the clock, throwing it across the room into a pile of his hoarded trash. He ran over to his tool shelf, grabbing saws, drills and parts alike. He was insane. He was desperate. He was a genius. An hour went by at the very least as he worked and worked with his daughter, his only child. Her body made up of machine parts, but her face remained the same, her slate grey eyes stared back at him as he worked. "God damn you Charlize!" he screamed, why did she keep staring at him? The neighbors became more curious, and called the police. "I think Charles Cousineau is drinking again." they said, and the dispatcher knew. They had been there many times before. Eventually police swarmed the house. Arresting Charles for the murder of his daughter. The smell of whiskey on his lips. The smell of fear on his heart. "What kind of sick bastard would do this?" the chief asked, in the living room of the Cousineau house. The silence was the answer. No one knew.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.

Charlize could hear the clock in the corner of the room. Her eyes opened as the pain swept over her body. "Help" her voice rasped out, barely a whisper. "Help me." she called. The sound of the clock overpowering her voice, even though it was just a small sound. Charli stared at the ceiling in the dim basement, "Was this what death felt like?" she had no clue. Her body parts felt heavy, her memories hazy and incomplete. She found enough strength to knock a tool off the table. It was enough to alert the police upstairs, and before she knew it she was being rushed to the hospital. She didn't last long in the hospital before she was taken away by a man under the influence of Phillip Rifna, human relations leader with The Order. She belonged there now, away from normal humans, away from the past she knew. In time she began to learn elemental magic, not very well, but she was learning.

In what felt like a debt to The Order for saving her, she pledged she would help any way she could, and takes orders from whoever gives them to her. During the times before the rise of Joshua, Charlize has worked in the bar, cleaning up, sometimes taking orders, and doing some of the heavy lifting when all else has been done. She hasn't heard much to anything about Joshua, but she is prepared to do what it takes to keep all humans out harm.

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Slice of life | Anime Highschool Roleplay

Sweet dreams Frey ^_^

Slice of life | Anime Highschool Roleplay

With Evangeline's relapses occurring, candy might just hit the spot.