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Welcome to Pinewood Ridge [Accepting]

If anyone is interested in relations with Chelsie feel free to PM me or DM me on discord!

Welcome to Pinewood Ridge [Accepting]

Chelsie

I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name, 'bout to blow.

Positive Traits:

• Confident
• Extroverted
• Determined
• Focused
• Flirtatious
• Sassy

Negative Traits:

• Selfish
• Self-centered
• Proud
• Snobbish
• Critical
• Inconsiderate
• Passive-Agressive

Likes:

• Rose Gold
• Beauty Products
• Makeup
• Pop Music
• Pineapples
• High Heels
• Gala Dresses
• High End Clothing
• Expensive Jewelry
• Crowns
• Shirley Temples

Dislikes:

• Losing
• The Color Orange
• Country and Heavy Rock Music
• Hard Liqueor
• Acne
• People with poor self-care and hygine

Complete the following test to the best of your ability. Look at the two words, on a scale of one to ten (With one being on the left, ten on the right and 5 being neutral) how closely do you identify with the following words:

Extroverted 1 Introverted Lazy 10 Active Greedy 3 Generous
Sensing 5 Intuition Shy 10 Outgoing Sarcastic 1 Silly
Thinker 9 Feeler Sloppy 10 Neat Clumsy 8 Graceful
Judging 1 Perceiving Hotheaded 1 Calm Lifeless 10 Energetic
Grouchy 5 Nice Passive 6 Aggressive Low-Self Esteem 10 Confident
Serious 8 Playful Sensitive 7 Unemotional Absent Minded 9 Focused

Naive 9 Experienced Easy-Going 7 Hard-Headed Clueless 8 Observant
Childish 7 Mature Weak 9 Strong Safe 8 Risk-Taker
Coward 8 Brave Nondrinker 6 Alcoholic Good 7 Evil
Idiot 8 Genius Un-flirty 10 Flirty Perverted 3 Unperverted
Un-creative 9 Creative Sexual 2 Pure Disloyal 10 Loyal
Negative 5 Positive Unromantic 8 Hopeless-Romantic Envious 9 Satisfied

Family Members:

Thomas Christopher Prescott II | 44 | Father
Courtney Penelope Prescott | 15 | Younger Sister
Thomas Christopher "Tommy" Prescott III | 16 | Younger Brother
Priscilla Jean Prescott Nee. Latner | 43 | Mother

History:
Twenty-five years ago, Pinewood Ridge native Thomas Prescott II took a leap of faith when he decided to leave his hometown behind to attend college down South. Little did he know that not only would he achieve his dream of earning his Accounting degree, but he would also find the woman that would eventually become his wife in Georgia-native Priscilla Latner. Their first born daughter Chelsie Pauline Prescott was born on the springtime of the year 2000, three years after they had tied the knot right after their college graduation. Her brother Tommy and sister Courtney quickly followed, bringing up the total family members up to five.

The Prescott siblings grew up between privilege and wealth: something that comes with their last name since the arrival of patriarch and grandfather Thomas Prescott I to Pinewood many long years previously. Their father's job as the head of the Accounting department of a very important and prestigious company was enough for the family to live beyond comfortably, and for Priscilla to occupy herself with the task of raising the children until they reached the age to attend school. Once they did, she worked from home as her husband's assisstant.

The blonde's school life was one to be expected of a spoiled rich girl: rising the ranks and establishing herself as the intimidating queen bee that was loved by few, hated by many but admired by all. Chelsie was a young woman of few friends, which was good when it came to minimize the risk of exposing oneself to possible compromising or vulnerable positions by trusting someone. She kept grades that were good enough to be considered above average, but not enough to be considered one of the brightest students or anything of the sort. She became a member of Pinewood's middle school's cheerleading team in seventh grade, but her true passion wa somewhere else.

From a very tender age, Chelsie had always shown an interest in everything glitz and glam, which did not go unnoticed by her attentive mother. From the moment she turned three and backed up by her parents, tiny Chelsie embarked in her longtime career as a pageant queen. Rehearsals, modeling lessons, hair and make up trials and outfit fittings became routine, with new competitions to attend every few months. Even as she became older and became more involved with cheerleading, Chels always made room to compete in her beloved pageants. By the time she had graduated high school, she had not only managed the feat of becoming Miss Teen USA, but also had about 40 different crowns under her belt and had been featured in a fair few modeling gigs.

Now a high school graduate, Chelsie plans to attend college in New York with the paid scholarship awarded to her from winning Miss Teen, and continue to build herself a name in the fashion modeling industry.

GUILD NEWS // Issue #1, June 2018

Here goes nothing! <3

I found the Guild back in 2015 after the place I originally roleplayed at was closed, and was immediately drawn to it because the layout was just like the one in my old site. The first few weeks were uneventful, as I couldn't find any roleplays that interested me and I was still learning the ropes on here. I took a hiatus of a few months, then returned to the site to find a distraction after a bad breakup. It was then when I joined my first official lasting roleplay, and by the end of the year (Christmas Day of 2015) I responded to the 1x1 request of the person who would become my best friend on this site: my boi @Altered Tundra.

It all just grew from there! I dove deeper into the group roleplays thanks to Miss @Hushed Whispers and her original Beverly Hills High roleplay (BHHS I will always have the most special place in my heart <3), where I met a lot more of the awesome people I still talk and write with to this day. I continued to grow as a writer and develop my skills further, not to mention create the the funnest stories! And no matter how busy life got, I always found the time to get pulled into writing just one more story.

So, in the end, I owe the Guild so much of my happiness. If I hadn't registered, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to meet some amazing people from all over the world (you know who you guys are _{special shout-out to the GTP fam, what up?}) and create wonderful characters and stories with them. I also wouldn't have met the man who I now share my life with, and am on the way to marry (my forever love @Grim327). And even in the bad times, I find comfort knowing that I have a group of people I cherish to have my back and pull me right back up.

Here's to many more years ahead! <3

Palm Beach Royals

Soleil was sure she hadn’t read things the wrong way (she had inherited the useful male Mossos trait of being able to read a woman like the back of her hand), but for some unknown reason, Savanna’s interest dropped as soon as quickly as she’d gotten it. This didn’t phase the green-eyed young woman, though. She knew women like Goldilocks liked to play hard to get in order to raise their egos and feel validated, so the best way to hit back was to show them they weren’t as important as they thought they would. That’s why, with a knowing smirk on her face, Shady moved back to face the front. However, the minute Savanna referred to herself as ‘her queen’ and said something about doing her some kind of service, the smirk was wiped off Sol’s face, to be replaced by a scathing glare. Who did this bitch think she as, anyway?!

“Let’s get something straight, Shirley Temple: you’re nobody’s queen, and I’m nobody’s servant. So keep that ego of yours in check whenever you’re talking to me again. Capish?” Sol spat at Savanna, making it very clear that she wasn’t one of those gullible people she could control and manipulate at her wish.

To make matters worse, the sound of Reia’s voice floated to Shady’s ears from behind her. She heard the other blonde threaten Marco in such a hardcore way that even she found herself crossing her legs on instinct. Even if she wasn’t built the same way as he was (although the rumors of her having a dick were still floating around last time she checked), the young woman could only imagine the horror of just having the scene planted in one’s head. Positively furious now, Sol whipped her head around, looking at Reia as if she was ready to punch her. But before she could do more than begin to stand up -obviously ignoring Marco’s pleas not to get involved- and open her mouth to speak, Alvarez’ shout immediately brought her attention to the front again.

Her teacher was clearly not very happy at something on his phone, as evidenced by his expression and his use of cuss words in front of a classroom full of now dead-silent students. He announced to the group that he had to leave due to something coming up. When Mac asked if they were allowed to leave, the plump man quickly shot down the idea, placed the power on Ella’s hands and left the room.

Having no idea what had just happened, Soleil’s attention quickly went to her cousin. The second surprise of the day came when a visibly upset Ella got up from her chair, and told them to just do whatever the hell they wanted before walking away herself. Eyes wide, Shady turned to look at Mac, but instead found him standing next to her and heard Savanna say she would go somewhere else.

For no good reason other than fucking with her she assumed, Sav advised Mac to enjoy himself, then had the audacity to touch his arm for far too long and in a rather seductive way. Sol let out a growl, forcefully grabbing her best friend by the arm and pulling it towards her to stop Sav’s dirty little hands from tainting Marco. The young man shook his head as if lost by what had just happened, but chose to ignore it and take the now empty seat next to Shady instead.

“So, how was your day, Slim?”

She didn’t understand the logistics behind it, but for some goddamn reason Marco’s genuine smile seemed to soothe her most times she was angry. Her annoyance levels went down a fair bit, as did the urge to turn somebody into a punching bag. “I just wanna hit the gym,” she explained in a tired voice, letting out an exhausted sigh as she sank into her chair with her eyes closed and her head tilted back. “People are fucking dumbasses and I’m tired of being around them.”

Camp Clear Spring [1 x 1]

_{SJU Airport → LAX Airport → Camp Crystal Lake → Cabin}

"C'mon guys! Are you two still gonna go through with this?!"
It was June third: the day Fiorella Aguilar was unwillingly scheduled to leave for Camp Clear Spring. Even now, at the airport just in front of the TSA lines, Lela was still convinced that her parents would come forward and tell her this was just a scare to ensure she wouldn't pull another stunt like the one that had gotten her in trouble in the first place. Unfortunately, it seemed like this wasn't going to happen.

"Lela, we have already talked about this. You're going to Camp Clear Spring, and that's FINAL" Marina sternly told her daughter, crossing her arms in front of her while her husband Giovanni nodded alongside her. At the Aguilar-Rodriguez household, it was Marina who had the reins of discipline. Meanwhile, Lela kept her beautiful face in a furious scowl.

"God! I make one stupid little party, and you guys are sending me off to a forest in Gringolandia for the whole summer?!" Lela shrieked, not caring in the slightest that people were turning their heads in the direction of the little scene she was causing. Her parents gave nervous glances around, afraid that someone they knew would recognize them. “I think this is a little too extreme.”

"Mija, we have overlooked waaaaaaaay too many things throughout all these years. It's time you finally face the consequences of your actions," Giovanni told his daughter in an expressionless voice. “Trust me, this is not the big deal you’re making it out to be.” He looked at his two-toned gold Rolex and back at Lela. "Now, off you go. You don't wanna miss your flight."

"Puñeta! Me voy pal' carajo entonces!" Lela spat at them, stomping her foot in the floor and huffing away to the TSA line without bothering to look back or even say goodbye to her parents.

The flight to LA was long but rather entertaining one for Lela. With her rose gold earphones on, she spent the whole trip listening to music with the volume as loud as it would go while ignoring the disapproving looks the old woman next to her was giving her. Even with the music, Lela couldn't keep her nervousness on check. She was quite the confident, social butterfly, so going away to a summer camp should be a breeze, right? But still, she was always afraid that people wouldn't like her, or that she'd get made fun of for the noticeable accent in her English. The thoughts plagued her all the way through the trip, and the nervous butterflies in her stomach only intensified when she felt the thud of the airplane's wheels hit the LA ground.

Even when she was only dressed with jean shorts, a salmon sleeveless Tie-front crepe top and light salmon ballerina flats, she didn't get cold during her trip. Her Pandora charm bracelet hung delicately on her left wrist, while a gold crown-shaped ring and a golden zirconia bow ring of the same brand adorned the index and ring fingers of her right hand. Small diamond studs and dangling cherry earrings adorned her earlobes, and a thin, delicate gold necklace with a red cherry charm hung from her neck. Her layered brown and blonde hair was completely loose and fell past her shoulders, blow-dried to perfection. Her face sported a natural makeup with earth-toned eyeshadow (can you say Tartelette In Bloom eyeshadow palette?!) and a metallic rose-colored liquid lipstick. The fact that she was going away to a camp in the middle of nowhere didn't mean she wasn't gonna look good: you never knew when you would meet a potential babe.

Lela arrived at LA on the scheduled time. She knew there was supposed to be a bus that drove the kids to the campsite, but with the amount of luggage she was carrying and the fact that she wasn’t about that bus life she knew that was a no-go. Instead, Cherry decided to have a cab take her to the camp. When the taxi dropped her off at the address, Lela had been unable to hide her surprise. Camp Clear Spring looked nothing like those creepy camps they showed in the mainstream media. The place was stunning: acres of beautiful greens (not that she didn't have those at home, of course. Puerto Rico had mountains and trees everywhere you looked), great-looking wooden cabins, a lake... She could even hear the faint murmur of a river nearby. And the 80 degree weather? Pure bliss for a Caribbean girl like herself who was used to nothing below 90 during the summer-autumn months. Lela took another moment to take in her peaceful surroundings before pulling out her watermelon-cased iPhone from her pocket. She scrolled through her inbox until she found the email the camp had sent her with the instructions.

Upon arrival, campers who arrive late must check in at our Main Office to receive further instructions.

The new question was: where the fuck was the main office they spoke of? This one answered itself, as with a simple look around her surroundings Fiorella noticed a campsite map a few steps away from the entrance. The bronde woman quickly scanned said map, found the place she was looking for and quickly made her way to the Main Office. Along the way, she was cursing herself for over-packing as she dragged the ginormous metallic rose gold suitcase, the biggest tan and gold gym bag the online store sold and her light salmon quilted Karl Lagerfeld bag.

When Lela was near the main office, she noticed a few people walking around. Their T-shirts visibly identified them as staff, and they all seemed to be either busy or rushing off somewhere. Out of sheer luck, she noticed a tall, willowy young woman with long blonde hair exiting what Lela imagined was the main office.

“Um, excuse me?” Fiorella called out while giving the counselor a polite smile, a slight accent noticeable when she spoke. She took a few steps further in the direction of the camp staff member, who had stopped in her tracks to wait for her, before continuing. “Hi, good afternoon! My name is Fiorella Aguilar, and I read in the email that I was supposed to report to the Main Office for check in…" she trailed off, biting her lip nervously at the serious expression of the woman in front of her. “So um, here I am.”

“Well hi there!” the blonde said excitedly with a heavy southern accent, shooting Fiorella a bright smile. “I’m Kristen, and welcome to Clear Spring! I assume y’all wanna know where y’all be stayin’, right, sugar?”

“Very much,” Lela replied with a pleading look, waving a hand towards her obnoxious amount of luggage.

Kristen let out a tinkling laugh after glancing at the luggage. “Alrighty then! Let me have a quick looksie at the chart to see what’s your cabin at, dear,” she told Fiorella, turning her attention to the folder full of papers she’d been holding all this time. After a few seconds of scanning, she found the Latina’s name on the list. “Ah, here we go! You’re down in Cabin 13, Miss Fiorella! Would you be a darling and follow me, please?”

The tanned skinned girl nodded eagerly, quickly gathered her belongings and trailed off behind Kristen, dragging her suitcase behind her until reaching the cabin with a number 13 painted in red ink across the door. The cabins were cute at best but rather small, which made Fiorella question how the hell were they supposed to comfortably fit four people plus their luggage in a room that was the size of her bathroom. Pushing the unwelcome thoughts aside and putting on a fake face, she thanked Kristen for helping her, and made up some excuse so the counselor would back to her duties and not linger around to force her to meet with the rest of the campers. Taking advantage of having arrived after her cabin mates, Fiorella quickly settled on the one free bottom bed on the left side of the room. She placed her luggage neatly against her bed’s wall and pulled her phone, earphones and a magazine from her handbag before settling herself on the bed. Lela closed her eyes for a moment and smiled, feeling instantly comforted by the fluffy pillow and the plush mattress. Blasting music and catching up on the latest celebrity gossip seemed like a good way to pass the time before others arrived and took away this last moment of privacy and solitude.

Welcome to Pinewood Ridge [Accepting]

@jakeb1993 Chelsie is officially done!

What Happens In Vegas: Remastered

@Aewin @Mara @Ejected @spooner @Altered Tundra @Melo @Hero @Prosaic @Denny

First of all, thank you all so much by those amazing intros! I've loved every one of them and I can't wait to see more of each character!

Okay, now on to the good stuff!!!

By majority vote on our beloved Discord channel, we shall be doing interactions after intros! Yay!

However, in order for us not to spend a gazillion months in them, there will be a post limit of 3 posts per player to do said interactions, or you guys can do collabs that don't take more than 10 days to be posted (see posting frequency rule). Of course, this is optional, so if you don't wanna do interactions with anyone that's cool too!

Looking forward to the drama!

Welcome to Pinewood Ridge [Accepting]

Expect the resident pageant queen to be finished today!

Camp Clear Spring [1 x 1]

Fiorella Aguilar

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║ Name ║

Fiorella Marina Aguilar Rodríguez

║ Age ║

18

║ Sexual Orientation ║

Straight (but secretly bi-curious)

║ Personality ║

The Positive:

• Friendly
• Outgoing
• Energetic

The Negative:

• Judgemental
• Entitled
• Stubborn

║ Brief History ║

Giovanni Aguilar (child of a Puerto Rican father and an Italian mother) and Marina Rodríguez (100% Puerto Rican) had met through mutual friends at college and eventually fell in love during a study trip around Europe. The couple dated for a year after and married after a year-long engagement in which they had finished their bachelor's' degrees. They decided to pursue graduate studies, which they did and achieved with honors while their first daughter was on the way. On June first, Fiorella Marina Aguilar Rodríguez was welcomed into the world with open arms. She would be the only daughter of the CEO of the Puerto Rico Merck Pharmaceutical plant and the head of the Pharmacy department of said place.

Due to the nature of their demanding work positions, Fiorella was raised in the upscale part of Guaynabo (a town in Puerto Rico) by her maternal grandmother until she was old enough to attend school. The mature woman provided Fiorella with the love and attention only a grandmother is capable of giving, but was slightly blinded to her granddaughter's misbehavior. This fact would be especially important in Fiorella's life for various reasons: the first one being that it was her grandmother who gave her the 'Lela' nickname, the second being that Lela grew up thinking she could get away from everything, the third being she learned to respect elders, and the fourth being that she didn't have a strong authority figure at home.

From the moment she was enrolled at Puerto Rico's most expensive private school at pre-K (4 years old), Fiorella had been one of the most popular girls at school. After a rocky start because of the sudden change of being away from her grandmother, Lela made friends easily. Apart from being a social butterfly, Lela excelled in her studies (even when her school had an advanced bilingual curriculum) and even in sports. As she grew up, Lela became involved in whichever extracurricular activities she could handle, which gave her experience in pretty much every field. She performed in various school plays, participated in sporting and academic competitions, was a cheerleader, dancer, team player... All the while keeping top grades in her classes. To nobody's surprise, Lela was voted Senior class president, and worked her hardest to make sure her and her classmates got the graduation, prom and Senior Trip to the Bahamas they deserved. As a reward for all of her hard work during the course of her school years, Lela was accepted into Harvard's Biochemistry program.

When she reached teenhood, Lela started going out. It started out innocent at first: pool parties, sleepovers, movies, bowling, shopping, movies... But by the time she was sixteen, Lela had gone to a few nightclubs, was the life of every party she attended and had a decent tolerance for alcohol. Though she enjoyed the buzz the drinking gave her she was always careful to avoid getting drunk. Because of her parents' positions at work, they often found themselves traveling. Whenever they did, they left Fiorella home alone, but always reminding her that she was not allowed to go out or have anyone over during the time they were away. Of course, being the sneaky teen that she is, Lela took advantage of the situation and threw parties that became legends at Baldwin School. But on her Senior Year, there was a particular incident that was the final straw for her parents. In the end and after some research, Giovanni and Marina’s verdict for punishment was to send Fiorella to Camp Crystal Lake instead of her going with them to Europe like they had planned. She was set to leave a the day after returning from her Senior Trip.

Rᴏsᴇꜰᴇʟʟ - A Cᴏᴍɪɴɢ Oꜰ Aɢᴇ Sᴛᴏʀʏ

Busy week ahead with a test on Thursday. Will have a post up hopefully by the end of the upcoming weekend.