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Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

I'm gonna make my character later today :)

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Posted :)

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Location - O'Connor House
Interacting With - Jamie, Via Text ([@BassDrop])

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Charlie's eyes fluttered open and he rolled out of bed, landing hard on the wood floor of his bedroom. Groaning, he sat up, rubbing his head. He shook his head quickly, waking himself up before clambering up and onto his feet. His chocolate brown hair was a mess, and there was a bit of drool on his face, which he wiped off with the back of his hand. Shocked by the sight of himself in the mirror, he made a beeline for the shower, planning on washing away the night.

After his shower, he made his way downstairs and into the kitchen, where he poured himself a bowl of cereal and watched the news. They were talking about Olivia again, so he payed very little attention. He really didn't need the constant reminders. He sighed and washed out his now empty bowl, and went back up to his room to grab his phone, running a hand through his hair along the way. The house was oddly quiet today most likely due to him being the only one there. His mom was at work at the hospital, and Colin was on a run or something. He really didn't keep track of his brother's exercise habits so he wasn't positive.

Once he'd found his phone in the war zone that was his bedroom, Charlie began typing out a short text to Jamie, one of his best friends. He figured they could get the squad together, maybe go somewhere around town.

To: Jamessssss

hey if you're not up, get up. we should get the gang together and go do something

The text was sent out and Charlie quickly put on his pair of black converse, already anticipating that he'd be leaving the house soon.

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Working on a post now :)

PS: I'm gonna use a heading thing as well :)

The Spirits Within: Oakridge Chronicles

Okay super sorry for being a total and utter flake! My life got a bit hectic and now I just got a job so it might get even more so, but I'm going to try super duper hard to have a post up within the next few days. That said, feel free to move Eliza along with the Nexus Reactor group. I don't want to hold anyone back :)

Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

I'm interested :) Thinking a sort of Robin inspired OC who gets a little too in over his head.

The Wards of The King - A Song of Ice And Fire Roleplay (High Casual)(Reboot)

I'll have the timeskip up within the next few days, probably Wednesday, Thursday at the latest.

The Wards of The King - A Song of Ice And Fire Roleplay (High Casual)(Reboot)

Interacting With - Brandon and Lyanna @Lionheart@Kaalee and Manasa @ViolentViolet

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Reed was just going to bow to the princess when the servant arrived and spirited them away to the throne room. Reed had been the last in line, behind Manasa, and he'd nearly tripped on his way out the door, just barely saving himself from the embarrassment of becoming close friends with the stone flooring of the Red Keep.

The walk to the throne room took them past numerous Targaryen banners, majestic stained glass windows, and more than a few dragon skulls. He figured it was all to show the might of the king, which Reed felt compelled to mention, didn't need showing. You'd think the giant fucking dragons would be enough but I guess not.

Upon their arrival in the throne room, Reed knelt with the others before standing back up, looking back at the king as he gave his speech. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander about the throne room, admiring the grandeur. Here, even more banners flew from the pillars, and the stained glass windows portrayed the story of Daenerys Targaryen, the first Targaryen queen after Rhaenyra. It showed her mothers flight from the Sack of King's Landing, her birth, her life as a beggar in Essos, her marriage to a Dothraki Khal, her birth of the dragons, her freeing the slaves of Astapor and Meereen, and finally, her conquering of Westeros. It was an exciting tale, one that Reed had been forced to learn by the Maester back in Winterfell.

After the king's speech, Brandon whispered an invitation to breakfast, which Reed accepted with a nod. He began to follow them out, tapping Manasa on the way and motioning for her to join them. He hadn't realized how hungry he'd been but as thoughts of food entered his mind, his stomach growled.

"That was an interesting speech, didn't you think?" Reed asked, turning to the Baratheons. He did like the king's idea of peace, although he saw it as slightly unattainable. But, the War of the Five Kings had plagued the Starks for far too long. Growing up, he'd been warned to be wary of three types of people. Freys, Boltons, and Lannisters. The tales of the Red Wedding and the dangers of the south came from everyone's mouth, and while he figured their fears were justified, he couldn't help but think that it seemed slightly excessive.

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Charlie O'Connor

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_{I don't make the rules, but I sure as shit break them}

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▾ Name:

Charlie David O'Connor
California - Called this by a lot of his friends and fellow students. Got this nickname after moving to Dixie from California five years ago.

▾ Age:

Seventeen

▾ Gender:

Male

▾ Sexuality:

Heterosexual

▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:

No tattoos, but he likes to doodle fountain pens on his forearm, for no reason other than he thinks they look cool. He plans on getting the image tattooed when he turns eighteen.

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▾ Intelligent ▾ Arrogant ▾ Resourceful ▾ Immature ▾

▾ Personality:

Charlie is your classic class clown, and always has been. His mom always taught him that the best way to anyone's hearts was to make them laugh, so that's what he did. He strives to have fun, and give people a fun time, often in the form of elaborate pranks that take him weeks of planning, that more often than not result in detention.

Once you get past the immaturity, Charlie is a really intelligent kid. He loves to read and learn, and is extremely curious. He's resourceful to, and has a knack for using the bare minimum supplies to solve a problem. He values brains over any other trait in a person, and finds himself drawn to the more intelligent inhabitants of Dixie Inn.

But, for all his intelligence, Charlie is a rather flawed teenager. His mouth is too big, and he often doesn't realize when he needs to stop running it. This social ineptitude has gotten him into more than one fight at school, but it hasn't taught him anything. And, years of being the smartest kid in school have given him a great deal of hubris, one that manifests itself as a desire to always be in charge, never wanting to take orders from anyone he deems less intelligent than he. Which is mostly everyone.

▾ Hobbies & Interests:

Outside of his classic practical jokes, Charlie has always found solace in books, as well as writing. He loves to read and could spend a whole day laying in bed with a great book. This love of reading led him to try his hand at writing, short stories mostly, but he does hope to become a novelist some day, or perhaps a screenplay writer. Other than that, Charlie just likes to hang out with friends, and go on whichever crazy misadventures they might get him into. He's always wanted a more exciting life, one like the stories he reads and writes, and so he often explores the town, late at night, in hopes of finding something of interest.

▾ Likes & Dislikes:

+ Cats and Dogs
+ Books
+ Food
+ A good pranks
+ Puns
+ Writing
+ Sleep
+ Exploration and adventure
+ Winter

- Reptiles
- Heights
- Corn, in pretty much any form.
- Romance novels
- Any temperature over 90 degrees
- Being bossed around
- Stupid people

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▾ Biography:

Charlie was born on a cold winters day in a small Californian town. He grew up on the west coast, with his mother and father, Christina and Mason, and later on his brother. He had a rather happy child hood, and was always popular at school.

And then, when he was twelve, his normally calm life was shredded to bits. He remembers the lights from the police cars most, but the look the man gave him was a close second. It had been a late night for his father, who was a doctor at the local hospital, and he'd been driving on a wet road when he lost control of his car. He'd died at the crash.

After that, his mom uprooted him and his brother and moved them to Dixie Inn. Traumatized by the death of his father and angered by his sudden move, he began to lash out, in the form of his pranks. His mom didn't really care, in fact he got most of his ideas from her. He's since gotten past his father's death, at least mostly, but he still has nightmares about that night.

Collin O'Connor

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_{In our defense, we just find the bodies, we don't make them appear}

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▾ Name:

Collin Lucas O'Connor
California JR - On account of the fact that he moved to Dixie Inn from California, and he's Charlie's younger brother. Most of Charlie's friends will call him this.

▾ Age:

13 1/2

▾ Gender:

Male

▾ Sexuality:

Heterosexual

▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:

He has a scar on his right shoulder that was left there by a fence that he tried to crawl under.

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▾ Inquisitive ▾ Shy ▾ Caring ▾ Hot Headed ▾

▾ Personality:

Collin is a very contrasting figure to his brother. Where his brother is immature and reckless, Collin is cool and collected, the level head of his family. He does share his brother's intelligence and resourcefulness though, and he is extremely curious.

However, Collin's cool and collected exterior can crack at times, and when it does, God help the person who cracked it. His fury can generally be invoked by comments about his family or violence towards his brother or himself. He's also very shy, not very good at socializing with many of the other kids at school. He's easily embarrassed as well, and blushing seems to be second nature to him.

▾ Hobbies & Interests:

Collin loves reading, much like his brother, and he's also an avid cross country athlete. He loves running, and thinks it brings him closer to his father. He also enjoys video games, much like any other teenager, and he will sometimes spend whole days inside, staring at the TV. His favorite genre of books is mystery, although he's always up for a good sci-fi novel or an adventure one even.

▾ Likes & Dislikes:

+ Mystery
+ Pizza
+ Video Games
+ Running
+ His family
+ Cats

- Broccoli
- Being Insulted
- Big groups of people
- Spiders

▾ Other:

None

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▾ Biography:

Born the second child of Christina and Mason O'Connor, Collin had a normal childhood. He and his family took yearly summer vacations and he played little league baseball while his brother complained about having to go to the games. It was a normal suburban life. Until that night.

Collin doesn't remember it like his brother does, but it hit him harder. He was closer to his father and when his mom told him that he wasn't coming home, he drew back into himself. He became much more reserved, much less friendly. It was only worsened when he was moved to Dixie Inn, away from all the memories he'd made when his family was whole.

He had hated Dixie Inn for the longest time. His classmates teased him for his western accent, and he couldn't stand the heat. But, he eventually found a few friends, kids who he became very close with in the coming years. While he remained a shy boy, he began to come out of his shell, and move past the incident that had haunted much of his earlier years. While he's not as healed as Charlie, he's getting there. He thinks running has definitely helped that, since it was the same sport his dad did.

{ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Through The Pages - Fairy Tale Roleplay (Private/ Invite Only)

Present Day - Lake Tahoe

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Lucas hadn't had the best day by any means. After eating an early breakfast, a teenager had pick pocketed his wallet, which had much more money than he was comfortable losing, and the cop had lost him after getting into an SUV. He'd filed his police report but eventually he was forced to accept that he'd most likely have to get a new wallet.

After that fiasco, he'd gotten into his car, a gift from his parents, and began the rather lengthy drive from Hollis Ridge, Nevada, to Lake Tahoe. Waiting for him there was a pleasant room in his favorite ski lodge, where he'd be attending a celebration in place of his parents. His father was busy with work and had insisted that Lucas go in his stead.

After a long drive of Lucas silently fuming over his lost wallet to the tune of 80's classic rock, he arrived at his destination. The ski lodge was run by a nice family, the Bries. There were two daughters, Eliza and Annalise, who he'd met a few times in his visits to the resorts.

He checked in at the resort, and made his way to the elevator, where he rode up with a redhead who looked vaguely familiar. He got off the floor after her and went to his room where he took a hot shower to relieve the stress of the day that had barely even begun. Afterwards he got dressed in snow clothes, having decided to go hit the slopes. He was here to have fun after all.

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Present Day - Oz

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Glinda's eyes fluttered open as the rising sun beamed in through her windows and onto her face. Smiling, she sat up in her bed and clapped her hands, summoning to servant girls. The girls rushed about the room, getting her gown for the day prepared. Once they'd finished, she stood up and let them slip the dress onto her. Still smiling she held out her hand and one girl placed her staff in her hand. Staff in her right hand, she snapped her fingers together and her hair rearranged itself into neatly arranged, wavy tresses that cascaded down her back.

She left her room then, her servants falling in line behind her as she walked through the magnificent halls of her castle, her elegant dress trailing behind her. "Have all the preparations been made for the festival?" she asked a servant, who answered with a quick nod. The festival she was referring to was the Elevation Day Festival, the celebration of the day Oz was formally joined with Maleficent's queendom, a glorious day. It also happened to be the day that Glinda became the Good Witch of the South.

She waved her hand as she neared the main doors of the palace and they swung open, revealing a crowd of Ozians screaming her name. She walked out and floated up to a platform that was waiting for her and with a wave of her hand, the crowd stopped talking, their voices having been magically silenced. Smiling she began to speak, her voice carrying over the crowd. "Today my friends, we celebrate our elevation to higher place, a place of wonder. Joined with the Queen, we are a much better people! Now, let's have a celebration the Glinda way!" she shouted, giggling as the people's screams resumed.

Music began playing around the outside of the palace and servants poured out, food in hand. Festival games sprung up in the empty fields and people flooded to them, shrieking excitedly, while Glinda smiled softly. This was what she'd always wanted, all of this. Power and nothing more. Her soft smile grew into a grin and she began to dance to the orchestra music that had begun to play, laughing all the way.