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Slice of life | Anime Highschool Roleplay

CoyoteKisses said
Time zones. Hehehe <3

"Nice backpack."
Coyote, you just made me LOL.

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Evette Rochotti

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Age:
20

Gender:
Female

Position:
Patient

Diagnosis:
Agoraphobia & Acute Insomnia.

Personality:
Evette. Never quick to anger, raise her voice or throw her fists. She is often caught staring whilst over thinking things. This could very well be one of the reasons she is in the position she is in, and trust me she's thought about that as well. It doesn't take much to make her cry as she is a bit on the sensitive side. She does not get bored easily due to the many nights awake and inside, she has found ways to entertain herself quite quickly.

Other:
Has taught herself how to paint, and quite enjoys doing just that.

Appearance:
Evette has an Italian background, she could get very tan if she allowed herself to go outside, but because of many years indoors she has became quite a soft peach color. Her eyes are large and a bright hazel color that almost seem golden in the right lighting. She's quite small in height (5ft 1). but gained quite a bit of weight in the years she stayed home and didn't do much. Her hair is long and is shaded in a deep dark brown that is often pulled into a big messy bun on top of her head, but when she is feeling adventurous she likes to let it down. She wears scrubs comfortably, and doesn't mind getting a little paint on them here and there.

History:
"If a tree falls in the forest does it make a sound my love?" Evette's mother asked her daughter as she sat upon her cushioned lap. Evette's eyebrows furrowed upon her forehead as she thought. The young girl was five years old at the time, and her mother often gave her these questions to make her think. "Are there squirrels inside?" Eve responded, as her mother let out a loud laugh, "Perhaps my love, perhaps." Perhaps was a word deeply implanted upon the tongue of Eve, the word was used in all situations, "Did you have a good time at school today?" "Perhaps." "Do you want ice cream for dessert?" "Perhaps." "Did the murder of your mother change you?"

"Perhaps."

Eve was 16 at the time of the occurrence. The two were living together happily in a small apartment on the not so great part of town. Her mother had raised her wonderfully despite being alone. Her father after all was a non-existent part in both of their lives from birth and everyday hence forth. "I'm going to go grab the mail Eve, I'll be right back." her mother called from the small kitchenette as the young girl worked on her homework from the one bedroom the two shared. "Alright!" she called without another thought. Suddenly a large thud and a barrage of blood curdling screams echoed in the hallways. The scream was jolting and familiar to Evette, the scream belonged to her mother.

Not even stopping to lock the door behind her Eve sprinted down the flight of stairs, tripping over her own feet she only imagined the worst had come. It indeed had. There her mother laid in a puddle of her own thick red blood, a gun shot to the head. The cause unknown, but often thought and rethought over in the thoughts of her one and only daughter. Evette broke down into a mental state of mind that no one could really explain. She grabbed her small mother and hoisted her up the flights of stairs and brought her back into their apartment. Sitting her up on the couch the young girl climbed onto her mother's lap, her clothing seeping up crimson life that once filled her mother. Evette did the only thing she could do, she sobbed uncontrollably.

It wasn't long before the police came, did their business and brought Evette back home. She urged the police that her father would be home from his job soon, and that she would have them call them when he did. Reluctantly they left, and of course received no phone call there after. Evette would and could not leave the 4 walls of the apartment. Friends came and went, only getting promise or excuses from the very young girl. It wasn't until the year's rent was overdue that the higher authorities were involved, truancy officer and state officer alike had means of getting this girl the help she needed, but there was no use.

How can anyone force a bird out of a cage when the bird has removed its own wings?

By 18, Evette had found her ways around things. She took online classes, found jobs she could do from home, and even had people do mundane things as her grocery shopping or bringing her, her mail everyday. It wasn't until her father found her that it became a problem. Evette doesn't quite know how he found her, it might have been the story in the newspaper of her mother's death, or a gossip around the friends that her parent's shared, but her father finally showed up. At first she couldn't believe it, "Who are you and what the hell do you want?" she called through the door. It wasn't until she looked through the peep hole that she could even begin to grasp what was going on. Her father had finally came for her. It wasn't quite the relationship she had hoped for, as her father had one thing in mind. "I'm going to get you some help." were his parting words.

You wouldn't think the man of said history would be so persistent, but he was. The next day she was shipped off to the asylum and has been there ever since.

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Lɪғᴇ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ. Lɪғᴇ ɪs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ.

Isabella Roma

Gender: Female.

Age: 15.

Grade: Junior.

Personality: Feisty. Creative. Open Minded. Sarcastic. Humorous. Loyal.

History: "When you grow up Isabella, what do you want to be?" The question came across her mother's lips like any concerned parent. "A turtle." the young girl replied, her big, bright eyes gleaming with joy. "You can't be a turtle Isabella, that is impossible." her mother discouraged, shaking her head. "Nothing is impossible. I'm going to be a turtle" Isa replied, determined to show her mother what life was really about.

Fast forward 10 years, 5 schools, 8 homes, and 7 stepfathers later, Isabella had not become a turtle, but she did escape her shell. Growing up Isabella was an easy going kid, her father hadn't been in her life much but he seemed like an okay guy when he was around. Her mother had always been there, working hard, trying to do what seemed like the best for herself, and sometimes Isabella. The constant moving wasn't very helpful for the young girl's growth, but hey- if it pays the bills, it pays the bills.

Isa found refuge in her artwork, drawing, photography, painting, the works. It was in her art she could be anything, she could create anything.

On the eve of her 15th birthday her mother announced she had fallen in love once again, and that they were to be moving, as to be closer to the man's work. "Great." Isabella spat out, packing up her belongings once again. "Isabella, I promise this will be the last time. I promise." her mother assured her, her petite frame barely taking up the door way of Isa's empty room. "Mmmhmm." she mumbled. It was the last time every time.

Sitting in the new room of the unfamiliar house that belonged to an unfamiliar man, Isa held a stale cupcake to her lips. "Happy Birthday to me." she sighed, taking a bite. Closing her eyes she wished this year would be different, that this year wouldn't be another repeat of the last. Eating the rest of the cupcake, she paged through the informational brochure. "I guess turtles can live in lakes." she thought to herself, reading the title of the high school again in her head. "Maybe this won't be so bad after all."

Electives: Art & Photography.

Any Sports Teams or Clubs: Volleyball.

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Evangeline Delvine

✗Gender: Female

✗Age: 23

✗Personality: Independent. Sarcastic. Free Spirited. Adventurous. Flirtatious. Hot Tempered.

✗History/Biography: "Momma, when is Papa coming home?"

Evangeline tugged at the corner of her mother's apron. The large, strong woman stared out of the kitchen window with a blank and empty stare. There was no reply. There never would be. It had been an entire year since Evangeline's father had gone to sea. Rumor had it that he made some true riches and left his family behind, off to find something better- if you could call it that. Some claimed he had just died a watery death, like most men did. It wouldn't be the first time news traveled back to their small town of another taken.

A few years before that the Delvine family was happy and complete. Mr. Delvine would go on his trips, come home after many of months with money, treasures, and exciting stories. Evangeline would crawl into her father's strong arms, her large grey eyes looking at him in complete awe as he showcased his life before her. He was her hero, and she was his princess.

Years and years passed and Evangeline got older, the stories still remained in the whispered slurs. "Did you hear her father left the two women alone to fend for themselves? I heard he has a wife and child in every city from here past Rafelia!" These stories brought only anger to Evangeline. She had a feeling her father was alive, and nothing would stop her from proving it. Often being spotted with and around the boys, she spent a lot of time learning to swim, sail, fish, and fight. Though her mother didn't say so directly, Evangeline could feel in her mother's icy stares that she didn't want her only daughter, her only family member left to even think about stepping foot near the water ever again. But time after time and day after day, Evangeline swam, sailed, fished, and fought.

It wasn't a huge surprise when Mrs. Delvine passed away. She was tired, her heart was broken, her will to live was gone. Eva took it upon herself to make a living, taking up jobs here and there to support herself and make her mother rest in her grave easily. That was until she was given the chance to be a cook upon an outgoing ship, boy.. would her mother be thrashing that night! Visiting the cemetery one last time before her departure Evangeline begged for forgiveness, "Momma.. I know you never talked to me after Papa's death. But, I think I know what you wanted to say after all these years.. I love you too, I promise you I will be safe."

And with that, she took to sea.

✗Emplacement of future Slave Brand: Top of left foot

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Iris Fredrickson

Age: 23

Gender: Female

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

Biography: Iris was born of Italian descent into a lower class family. Her mother and father were both unemployed, and she never had quite the easiest time keeping a job growing up. She is the youngest of 3 children; her two older brothers: Ian and Ivan. Twins, and both quite the troublemakers. Growing up Iris spent a lot of her 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 trying to find work, or sleeping soundly in bed after a night of partying.

A party here and there, a drink here and there to match. Iris couldn't keep track of her days, her nights, or the faces of the people she slept with, and to be honest she almost didn't care. There wasn't too many memories of that night besides the rancid taste of vomit in her mouth and the gaping gash on her forehead when she crashed into a truck. She was lucky no one was killed, but she did face the consequences. Her license was suspended and she was given enough community service hours to last a life time. The bus was her only means of transportation these days, and she used it quite often. It was when traveling to her community service building she noticed something wasn't quite right.

Items: Just the contents of her purse and what it can carry: A lighter, cigarettes, wallet, her work papers, some sanitary items, Tylenol, cellphone, glasses case, hair brush, and a half used tube of burgundy lipstick.

Skills:
Speed- She has gotten pretty quick from her days of running from the police.
Rough Housing- She has two older brothers, what can you expect?
Making friends- Iris tends to make friends wherever she goes, at least she'd like to think so.

Other: Iris has a small black widow spider tattoo on her foot.

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Name: Analise Lombardi

Age: 45

Family: Lombardi

Relation to Godfather: Wife

Role in family: Mother first, work second. Ana often does small jobs around the town when her family needs her, but is usually home keeping the house straight. When the police come a knocking; she is the one to hide contraband and offer a cup of coffee within seconds of the door bell ringing.

Personality: Protective. Classy. Selfless. Independent. Loyal to her husband, family, and friends.

Biography: Growing up in the coastal city of Pozzuoli, Italy, Ana never once had dreams outside her quiet life. Her father humbly made a living as a fisherman, and her mother spent her time raising Analise and her several siblings. It wasn't until Analise was sixteen years old that she met the man she would now call her husband, her one love. He was different than most boys, he had goals, ambitions, and plans. Despite her mother's warnings, the two would sneak away to their own hiding place and talk to one another until the sun went down and rose the next day. When he smiled, it gave her heart a reason to beat. When he spoke, her ears only had reason to listen to his voice. When he held her, she knew not what a life without him was.

If you couldn't guess, it wasn't long before the two were wed. Alas Ana's husband did not see how life in their small town could give them a better chance. Sure, he was happy here with his bride, but he wanted more for them. He wanted more. Within months, the two were packed up and on a boat to the United State of America. Hand in hand, they looked upon the Statue of Liberty and wept. Dreams came true here, their life together started here. It wasn't long before they reached shore and Ana was swept into the arms of an older gentleman wearing a fedora, "Ana, this is my father." he said in his soft Italian tongue, "He left my mother many years ago to come to New York searching for a better life, and he really has found it. Trust me my love, we have a real life here." Ana's petite body was put down as she stared into the spitting image of her own husband. How could a man leave his wife for this dirty place? She wondered, concerned and puzzled all at one time. She didn't say much about the matter, just nodded and followed her husband's lead her slender hand once again wrapped tightly around his.

Years passed as the family name became larger, Ana's first son; Jones was born. She was obsessed with the small boy, giving him everything he could ask for, but also giving him a strict guidance as not to spoil him. It was clear he was his father's son, and as Jones grew, the two would often be seen leaving early in the morning and never coming back. It was just a bond Ana could never obtain; a relation between father and son. However, she knew he was in good hands, and didn't think much of it. It wasn't until 18 years later at the death of her father-in-law that everything came into full swing. This time was very hard on them all, not only the loss of a man that seemed to always take care of them; but a new job to do- the family business. It was from then on Analise knew her duty. Truly it wasn't the life they would have had if they stayed back in Italy, but it was their life now, and she would do anything to keep it the way it was.

Relationship: Happily married!

E x ᴄ ᴀ ᴠ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ

Simplicity said
Should I post again or wait for another person to post?

You may post again (:
The next post I make will probably be arriving at Meg's house!

Slice of life | Anime Highschool Roleplay

LowKey123 said
Wtf you ate dinner already

It doesn't take that long- I've BEEN back
& Ryu's post should have definitely something along the lines of

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Slice of life | Anime Highschool Roleplay

yosh said
omg I just read Ryu's last post in the IC and Masaru is actually super adorable. Like I thought he was going to be this mysterious and suave kendo dude but nope he's a dork who's flustered about his backpack A++ work

^ This.

E x ᴄ ᴀ ᴠ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ

Oh no, I hope all things get sorted out! I suppose I shall make the day continue on then o: