MissCapnCrunch

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@Tonks

Aww. He seems sweet. Add him on over!

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ALL CS'S DUE TONIGHT!
If you can only produce a name and a picture for now- it'll do!

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@Hey Im Jordan@voltaic

Both great characters! Welcome to big brotha!

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Characters are all due by the end of the day tomorrow (The 17th)
If anything- you can just send me a CS with name and photo; but you must finish the rest ASAP.

End of the day on the 18th will be the starting day; to give even a few extra hours for everyone!
First voting sequence will be between 29th-1st
The second round of competition will be on the 2nd.

1 week in game will be 2 weeks in real life

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@Bee

Please do not use furniture in house as wood
Just teasing, great character- love it. Send her over!

Miss Hobbs' Paranormal Detective Agency

The Smooth Operator

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Name: Cecelia "Cece" Tinsley.
Age: Twenty-Eight.
Sex: Female.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Relationship Status: Newly Engaged.

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Height: Five foot five.
Weight: One hundred ten.
Hair: Sandy brown.
Eyes: Hazel.
Skin Tone: Pearl.
Appearance: Cecelia has a gentle round face, with large and endearing eyes. Being well manicured and athletic is of the utmost important to Cece when it comes to her appearance. She keeps her hair short and well managed, eyebrows shaped thin and makeup often a bit too dramatic for the occasion. When she was younger her older sister broke her nose and it is something she is very self conscious about.

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Likes: Home cooked meals. Dancing. The movies. Being independent.
Dislikes: Driving. Winter. Chauvinist men. Too much cigarette smoke.
Skills:

• Decent singer and dancer. Not quite the triple threat.
• Always on time, if not a few minutes early.
• Memorizes numbers and patterns with ease.
• Cooks like a chef, loves like the milk man.
• Organization, alphabetizing, and sorting.

Brief History:

• Born and raised in New York: Small family of four. youngest child. Full bleeding Americans.
• Completed primary and secondary school, but no further education that that.
• Worked as a waitress at a small ma' and pa' diner serving burgers and milkshakes.
• Swooned by her now fiance while she was working at the diner. He is a salesman with an appetite.
• Mother and older sister get her a job offering as a switch board operator.
• Is currently on last warning notice for work due to inappropriate phone behavior.

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The heavy smell of smoke lined the air of the small living room apartment. "Must you do that in the house?" Cecelia's nose wrinkled, sure her own fingers were stained and her lungs riddled with tar; but she never did it in the house of all places. Otto made a grunt as he looked through the newspaper. He had been having a rough week, and with Cecelia's heavy spending in the last few months- it seemed that with whatever money came in was going out just as fast. When he lowered the paper slightly he was met nose to nose with Cecelia. A dangerous look in her eye as her flat mouth upturned into a smirk. "Come on Daddy. You promised me." Otto returned a raised brow, as he took his paper and rolled it up before smacking her on the bum. "Dinner was meant to be ready wasn't it? Perhaps I should get in line at the soup kitchen? With your spending we will be there by next month." his playful tone quickly had turned sour, and the kiss they had just exchanged lost it's glory.

Cecelia began to speak, but Otto wasn't interested in small talk, he placed the paper down and walked to the kitchen, where the pot roast had been sitting in it's piping hot gravy for only a few minutes. Sitting in one of the living room's side chairs for a moment to gather her nerve; Cecelia's eyes wandered to the crumpled up paper. E z beth Hob was all she could make out of the advertisement before she lifted herself off the chair a bit to reach over to the paper to investigate it much more. They said curiosity killed the cat, and Cecelia was thankful for her nine lives. Elizabeth Hobbs read the advertisement as it came into better view.

"That sounds familiar.." she spoke out loud, as her brain brought her to the telephone call she had transferred earlier while at work. Dancing over the words, the ad was just the right amount of exciting and curious to peak her interest. Were these type of things real? They truly couldn't, but Cecelia had seen enough impressive parlor tricks that if even if this was a facade it would be something good to gossip about at work and home...

"This pot roast is cold." Otto's voice rang out suddenly from the kitchen.

"Heat it up!" Cecelia exclaimed as she stood up, paper in hand as she walked to the coat rack to adorn herself in her lavish black fur coat and matching hat. Shoving the paper in the inner pocket, she opened the door and slammed it behind her. Otto could survive an hour without being doted on. Cecelia had an important woman to speak to.

Color Code: c4df9b
Face Claim: Claudette Colbert
Font: Engebrechtre
Theme Song: ♪
Bessie Smith - Nobody Knows You When You're Down & Out
_{Once I lived the life of a millionaire,
Spending my money, I didn't care
I carried my friends out for a good time,
Buying bootleg liquor, champagne and wine}

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@KatKook

If someone is willing to give up their second character :) Then there will be room!
Hold on for a bit and we will see if someone is generous enough to do so~

Miss Hobbs' Paranormal Detective Agency

The Smooth Operator

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Name: Cecelia "Cece" Tinsley.
Age: Twenty-Eight.
Sex: Female.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Relationship Status: Newly Engaged.

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Height: Five foot five.
Weight: One hundred ten.
Hair: Sandy brown.
Eyes: Hazel.
Skin Tone: Pearl.
Appearance: Cecelia has a gentle round face, with large and endearing eyes. Being well manicured and athletic is of the utmost important to Cece when it comes to her appearance. She keeps her hair short and well managed, eyebrows shaped thin and makeup often a bit too dramatic for the occasion. When she was younger her older sister broke her nose and it is something she is very self conscious about.

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Likes: Home cooked meals. Dancing. The movies. Being independent.
Dislikes: Driving. Winter. Chauvinist men. Too much cigarette smoke.
Skills:

• Decent singer and dancer. Not quite the triple threat.
• Always on time, if not a few minutes early.
• Memorizes numbers and patterns with ease.
• Cooks like a chef, loves like the milk man.
• Organization, alphabetizing, and sorting.

Brief History:

• Born and raised in New York: Small family of four. youngest child. Full bleeding Americans.
• Completed primary and secondary school, but no further education that that.
• Worked as a waitress at a small ma' and pa' diner serving burgers and milkshakes.
• Swooned by her now fiance while she was working at the diner. He is a salesman with an appetite.
• Mother and older sister get her a job offering as a switch board operator.
• Is currently on last warning notice for work due to inappropriate phone behavior.

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The heavy smell of smoke lined the air of the small living room apartment. "Must you do that in the house?" Cecelia's nose wrinkled, sure her own fingers were stained and her lungs riddled with tar; but she never did it in the house of all places. Otto made a grunt as he looked through the newspaper. He had been having a rough week, and with Cecelia's heavy spending in the last few months- it seemed that with whatever money came in was going out just as fast. When he lowered the paper slightly he was met nose to nose with Cecelia. A dangerous look in her eye as her flat mouth upturned into a smirk. "Come on Daddy. You promised me." Otto returned a raised brow, as he took his paper and rolled it up before smacking her on the bum. "Dinner was meant to be ready wasn't it? Perhaps I should get in line at the soup kitchen? With your spending we will be there by next month." his playful tone quickly had turned sour, and the kiss they had just exchanged lost it's glory.

Cecelia began to speak, but Otto wasn't interested in small talk, he placed the paper down and walked to the kitchen, where the pot roast had been sitting in it's piping hot gravy for only a few minutes. Sitting in one of the living room's side chairs for a moment to gather her nerve; Cecelia's eyes wandered to the crumpled up paper. E z beth Hob was all she could make out of the advertisement before she lifted herself off the chair a bit to reach over to the paper to investigate it much more. They said curiosity killed the cat, and Cecelia was thankful for her nine lives. Elizabeth Hobbs read the advertisement as it came into better view.

"That sounds familiar.." she spoke out loud, as her brain brought her to the telephone call she had transferred earlier while at work. Dancing over the words, the ad was just the right amount of exciting and curious to peak her interest. Were these type of things real? They truly couldn't, but Cecelia had seen enough impressive parlor tricks that if even if this was a facade it would be something good to gossip about at work and home...

"This pot roast is cold." Otto's voice rang out suddenly from the kitchen.

"Heat it up!" Cecelia exclaimed as she stood up, paper in hand as she walked to the coat rack to adorn herself in her lavish black fur coat and matching hat. Shoving the paper in the inner pocket, she opened the door and slammed it behind her. Otto could survive an hour without being doted on. Cecelia had an important woman to speak to.

Color Code: c4df9b
Face Claim: Claudette Colbert
Font: Engebrechtre
Theme Song: ♪
Bessie Smith - Nobody Knows You When You're Down & Out
_{Once I lived the life of a millionaire,
Spending my money, I didn't care
I carried my friends out for a good time,
Buying bootleg liquor, champagne and wine}

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@Tonks

Can't see anything wrong with it :) Add her over!

The Walking Dead: Welcome to Portland

The Southern Sweetheart

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⇢ NAME

Brooklyn Rosevelt

⇢ AGE

Twenty Seven

⇢ GENDER

Female

⇢ BIRTHDAY

June, Seventh

⇢ ETHNICITY

Caucasian

⇢ BIRTH PLACE

Brooklyn, Kentucky

⇢ OCCUPATION

Elementary School Teacher (Art) // Singer

⇢ LANGUAGES

English

⇢ STRENGTHS - WEAKNESSES

+ Nurturing
+ Quick Witted
+ High Endurance

- Petite
- Emotionally Attached
- Easily Manipulated

⇢ WEAPON

Fireman's Axe

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⇢ HEIGHT

Five Foot Two

⇢ EYE COLOR

Gray

⇢ HAIR COLOR

Blonde

⇢ SKIN TONE

Pearl

⇢ TATTOOS - SCARS - PIERCINGS

Double lobe ear piercings, various typical scars, a small music note tattoo behind her ear.

⇢ SEXUALITY

Heterosexual

⇢ PERSONALITY

Creative. Sentimental. Gentle. Overly Sensitive. Damaged. Clingy.

⇢ RELATIONSHIPS

Father - Tony Rosevelt - Unknown before outbreak
Mother - Lisa Rosevelt - Deceased after outbreak
Sibling - Lexington Rosevelt - Older Brother - Unknown current status
Partner - Harris Thompson - Ex Boyfriend - Unknown current status

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⇢ BEFORE OUTBREAK

Tony and Lisa were born and raised in Kentucky. The two were the ultimate definition of high school southern sweethearts. Lisa fell pregnant right after graduation with their first child and son: Lexington (named after the city he was conceived in). Their parents- the grandparents of Lexington loved the little boy, but were not at all happy with the arrangements their children had gotten themselves into. Tony decided right there and then he would become a truck driver to put some food on the table, and diapers on their new baby boy.

Moving often, the family had seen the inside of plenty of motels, hotels, and various trailers. When the two love birds fell pregnant again with their second child- Brooklyn; their parents cut off all ties letting them know that they were on their own. The two didn't care, and continued to work towards a better life- one that seemed so far away.

Tony left for a quick trip job one morning and never returned. Lisa was pretty sure he'd be back someday but as years went by her implanted memories replaced her reality and despite both of her now adult children urging her to move on- she declined.

Lexington moved on, left the state to Portland. Brooklyn stayed close to take care of her mother, she had a rough upbringing but made her way through college to become an art teacher at the local elementary school during the day, and an inspiring country singer at the bar at night.

That is where she met Harris, the man who stole her heart. These two had a whirlwind of a relationship similar to her parents. They loved hard, they fought hard, and eventually Brooklyn found herself pregnant with his child. It was a pure moment of joy for Brooklyn, but not so much for Harris. He wanted her to get rid of the child as soon as possible, after several thousands ignored texts and calls Brooklyn truly considered having an abortion to get back the love of her life; her hardest decision of her life- until the outbreak hit.

⇢ FIRST TIME EXPERIENCE

Naked from the waist down, sitting in a room at a gynecologist's section of the local clinic in Portland, the move she had made to be closer to her last kin. It had been only a couple months in, but Brooklyn decided to keep the baby. She weighed every option before deciding on keeping the child. She would be strong like her mother and raise the child on her own if she had to. The wait was longer than usual, but she remained patient for over an hour before becoming curious. Walking out into the hallway, she noticed a few other patients had their head poked out of their rooms curious about the hold up as well.

"Y'all been waiting long too?" the girl questioned with returns of nods and other complaints. Suddenly a loud shriek erupted from the lobby. Brooklyn pulled her gown around her small body as not to reveal her bare back and bottom as she walked into the lobby. There she saw a woman with her teeth sunk into the receptionist, oozing blood from the corner of her mouth as she sucked and gnarled into human flesh. Brooklyn took this as a sign to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible, and never looked back.

⇢ CURRENT HISTORY

Pregnancy was difficult. Pregnancy during an outbreak of ravagers wanting nothing more than to pick off your flesh was even more difficult. Practically impossible. When it came time to deliver Brooklyn was extremely blessed to have a group of helpful and understanding people. She had been dead weight during the last month, but she made up for it in high moral.

When the baby girl was born, she decide to name her Harris, after her father- despite his absence through out the entirety of the whole ordeal. She lived for a week before dying, suddenly and unexplained. It sent Brooklyn into a spiral, depression and anger wrapped around every inch of her soul. Now, a few months after the incident Brooklyn has regained her happy spirit- even singing once again, despite the horrendous world they lived in.

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@Bee
Character looks great! Add him over when you're ready :)

@Tonks
No worries, I totally understand- my last few days have been overwhelmingly busy.
:) Sounds good- here are your simple traits- cheerful, selfish, and bold. Have fun!