Welcome to Dalton Academy Amanda. We have accepted your application to play Blaine Anderson. Please make your account within 48 hours and check out the new members checklist.
OOC INFO:
Name/alias: Amanda
Age: 39
Timezone: PST
Activity Level: There are times I may not be on everyday, but Iâll be on as much as I can. I also work and volunteer. So Night and Weekends are the times Iâll be around the most
Anything Else: (There is no password) list a trigger)Â I have a learning Disability, but I do my best when I write
CHARACTER INFO:
Character Desired: Blaine Anderson
FC: Darren Criss
Age/Grade: 17/sophmore
Hometown:Â Westerville, Ohio
Sexulaity: Homosexual
Bio: Â 2-3 bullet points or longer if you like
At an early age, Blaine Anderson knew that he was different. Especially different form other boyâs that admired the girls. He always thought that the little boys in his classes were so cute and handsome. But he wouldnât let on that he liked boys for a long time. As time went on, Blaine kept to himself. He didnât want to let anyone know that he was gay. Finally, at the age of fourteen, Blaine decided to tell his parents the truth. Once he got the courage, Blaine told them that he was gay.Â
Once he came out as gay to his family, his father decided to distance himself from Blaine. His mom, on the other hand, had been more acceptable of who he was. That he was always going to find boys attractive. He was even able to talk to her about the cute actorâs that they liked together. Blaine admired his mother for accepting who he was. Blaine still tries to this day to get his fatherâs approval, but so far has not had any luck in doing so.
By the time he was in high school, Blaine was out and proud. Wearing polo shirts and bow ties that he absolutely loved. During his freshman year, he was teased and bulled a lot. He was pushed into lockers, sometimes shoved into them by a few jocks. Then one day there was a dance and he wanted to take a boy as his date. This is where it didnât go so well. Blaine and his date were attacked just for wanting to be themselves.
Blaine was in the hospital for two months after the attack. After the attack he wasnât as bubbly or cheerful as he once used to be. He was more reserved and quiet. He was depressed for a while, he had days where he could not even come out of his room to eat or be with his family. Going back to the school where he was attacked wasnât healthy for him, and finally his mother convinced his father to put him in a private school.
Going to the private school helped Blaine immensely, bringing out his cheerful personality once again, and even adding a bit of dapperness to his personality. He finally made some friends who accepted him for who he was
Ships:Â Chemistry/ Klaine / Seblaine/Â
Anti Ships:Â Forced Chemistry
Para Sample: (At least a minim of two paragraphs, doesnât have to be in character)
Santana wasnât really impressed by most of the people in this town, and it took her fucking time to warm up to people. All they were doing to her right now was warning her about these stupid hunters.  Of course she probably had a few shareâs of the hunters in her old neck of the woods.  But she had escaped them many times, and still could. Half of these people were annoying or amusing. At least she wasnât the only creature in this town. Half the people or creatures were kind of irritating her at the moment. Blah blah this and this about stupid hunters.  In her years as a vampire sheâs had killed some from other towns, but it seemed like these hunters were to good. They could try her if  they like.
On the other hand Sebastian was interesting, because it seemed like he didnât give a fuck what she said or did. But she didnât take a lot of peoples craps, and she wasnât going to take his either. She had her defenses up a long long time ago, and it was necessary as she had to always be on the look out for people trying to kill her. And she was getting freaking thirsty for blood, and that doctor vampire said he would give her some blood bags. When the fuck would that be? Probably never as she would find some blood sooner then later. It sounded like these hunt men were to good for her own, she would have to see about that.
Mind
There was a intruder in her fucking mind, she could sense it. Dammit at least she could put up her defenses up, as she made sure her dogs came out to protect her  mind and body.  Ah so he was a fox in this, well they better keep on hunting him then. She did not like invaders in her fucking mind, and she wanted them to fuck off so she kept the dogs to chase them out of the woods. Why would she let anyone in here. It had happened a few years ago, and she hated it more then ever. Ugh what were wrong with half  these creatures.
Oh so there was his voice, was this Sebastian that she had talked to yesterday. âWhy would I let you into my mind, the entrance is blocked for a reason. You better have a good fucking reason why your in my head. Â I will let the dogs back off once you give me a good for god fucking reason you decided to intrude into my mind, because your the first one that has been in here. Â I have my defenses on for a reason, and now your trying to invadeâ Santana shouted through the stone as she still kept it closed and guarded. Â
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Likes. Scenic landscapes, travelling, foreign languages, trying new things, meeting new people, shrimp platters, the smell of cherry blossoms, Nanâs apple pie, the 4th of July celebrations.
Dislikes. Making plans, commitments, their father, being misunderstood/being judged at face value, bad tattoos, people that hurt animals, putting Dougie on a leash.
Occupation/Schooling Information
Occupation. Self-employed
Place of Work. Runs a makeshift tattoo parlor out of his trailer. Also does freelance work as a model and photographer
Character Development
Plans for Development. I want to see Mattson made amends with his past, and come to terms with the hardships he faced as a kids that constantly make him run from any sort of commitment or hard situation. I hope to develop him through making realistic connections that span the course of his life, from old friends to new ones that challenge him to change and grow and possibly to find love in someone that helps him face his fear of staying. Iâd like to see him challenge himself and his intelligence by returning to school for higher education and getting a major in a field he is passionate about.
Other. Mattsonâs brother Luca will be a non-playable character in this roleplay, as will his six year old niece, Mia.Â
Wanted Connections
connection to your character. ex-wife
name of wanted connection. up to player
suggested face claims. up to player ( any female in age range )
details of wanted connection. mattson was married young to his high school sweetheart, while the marriage did not work out the two still remain close.
Welcome Amanda you have been accepted As Danny Phantom, please make your account in 24 hours.Â
Name/Age: Amanda/37
Pronouns: She/her
Timezone: PST
Anything else: Yes for me I have a learning disability, and grammar is hard. But when I write I do the best I can.Â
In Character: Â
Desired Character: Canon: Danny Fenton/ Danny Phantom
Face Claim: Asa Butterfield
Age: 16
Supernatural Abilities: Half Ghost - Can do ecto blasts, Â can duplicate himself, has ice powers, a Ghostly Wail, intangibility (think this means invisible) Flies
Bio:
Danny Fenton was born to Maddie and Jack Fenton, a pair of ghost hunters. Â Along with his older Sister Jasmine Fenton who goes by Jazz instead. Â From a young age Danny had never really been interested in Ghost, as he eventually wanted to be an astronaut in space. Â He had decent grades up until his freshman year of high school.Â
One year Danny turned fourteen, got interested along with his friends Sam and Tucker about his parents new machine. Because of his friend Sam, he went in to the ghost portal and the portal changed his DNA , as he became a half ghost, as he could still have his human form. Â Everything had changed for him as he hunted the ghost and still learn about his powers.Â
Danny is kind, shy,clueless and clumsy when he is in his human form. Â When he turns into Danny Phantom he has a confidence, stubbornest and sarcasm come out.Â
Once he had revealed his powers to his family. Â His mom had learned about a high school for people with Supernatural Abilities and to learn there. Â Danny didnât want to Leave Amity, but felt it might be best to learn and hone on his skill. Â
Personal Tumblr (if you have one): immortalslastforever.tumblr.com
Are you okay with NSFW material (sex, drugs, violence): heck yeah
What times can you be on generally: Mon and Wed, on mobile during day, Tues and thurs all day except nights on Tuesday, Friday on mobile during day, Saturday on mobile during the day but comp at night, sun later in the evening
All about your character:
Name: Adrienne Nichols
Actual Age: 413
Age they look: 21
Race (for more about this see our race page): vampire
Any special abilities (please no god mode, for examples of god mode see the rules): can sense others intentions but canât read minds
Faceclaim (currently you can pick whoever, but if was agree that itâs not a good choice or someone has chosen them, we will tell you): Lily Collins
Short Bio (please only a paragraph): When Adrienne was human, she had a wonderful life. She was the daughter of a nobleman and betrothed to her childhood sweetheart. Soon devastation hit. Her love was killed in war and she was left to defend for herself. A few years later she learned the truth about what had happened. She hunted down the monsters that had killed her love and succeeded; however, in the process she was turned into the monster that she was hunting. Now she lives her life constantly torn between hunting down the rest of her kind or learning to live in peace with herself and the world.
Any NPCs that come along with your character: just a few enemies. no one that needs to show up for a while
Any additional information you think we should know: umm, I think thatâs about it.
Under the cut is an example application as requested. :)
â Out of Character â
Name:
Kelly
Age:
21!
Timezone:
MST/COÂ
Preferred Pronouns:
(Her/She)
Experience:
Well Iâve been RPing for about two ish years on tumblr. Been in various groups for a fairly long time. You can see some of my past accounts here, here & here!
Activity level:
I do work 5 days out of the week, so I will be rather busy. However I do have time to dedicate to RP! I get one everyday for at least 2/3 hours. So I would say 6/10 really.
â In Character â
Character Name:
Aleah (No Last Name)
Character Age:
21
Character Occupation:
UnemployedÂ
Character Species (check here for choices):
Mermaid
Character Faceclaim:
Shelley Hennig, Rebecca Breeds, Kelly ;)Â
Character Bio:
Life under the sea is exactly how most people imagine it to be. Serene, quiet, and the idea of pure and utter freedom was something that became a reality. For mermaids, itâs everything they could ever want. At least, thatâs how it always used to be. For ninety-six years, a young mermaid named Aleah was able to swim the waters of the ocean freely. She was able to see the world, and explore the wonders that were supplied the ocean waters. However, given her family lifestyle, life under the sea was all Aleah ever knew about. When she was first created, Aleah was the youngest of five siblings. She lived amongst a family that, for the aquatic world, was incredibly sheltered. The young girl never got to swim to shore, she was rarely allowed to poke her head out of water, and more times than not she was escorted around by a member of her family. Her family felt as though the world was far too dangerous for any of them to exploring by themselves, especially the world above the ocean waters. Both her parents, Adriatic and Nerissa would tell her stories of their experiences on land. She was informed of the possibilities to become land walkers, and what it was that was up there. But due to her parents bad experiences, Aleah was led to believe that anything above land was pure evil, and why any mermaid or merman would want to live on shore, was unfathomable. Thus, for her entire life, Aleah did everything in her power to avoid the human world. She stayed far below waters, staying close with her life under the sea. And quite honestly, it wasnât something she disliked or regretted. Sure the idea of what it would be like to at least make it to land one day lingered in her mind, but Aleah had everything she couldâve ever wanted. The ocean was her home, and she had no desire to leave it.
While still during the early stages of maturity within her mermaid life, Aleah found herself living in the North Atlantic with her family. She spent years there, growing and learning about what it was like to live under the ocean. Folklore claimed that a mermaidâs life consists of them swimming around and basically doing nothing, but it was so much more than that. Life under the water wasnât always easy. Aleahâs family struggled due to pollution from the human world, as well as the fact that mermaidâs were a hunted species. Not many believed in their existence but those who did, stopped at nothing to find them. She heard stories about men on giant ships tracking down and hunting her species for money, and prizes. Even some of her friends were witnesses to such tragedies. But it wasnât until Aleah hit full maturity did she venture out on her own, and see it for herself. Swimming with a pack at the age of twenty-two, Aleah and her companions were victims of attack on their waters. They swam up to the surface of the ocean, and were caught by a massive ship heading in their direction. All tried their best to escape, but one of Aleahâs friends was taken. Scared, yet worried for their life, Aleah swam up to the ship, and tried to catch a peak of what was going on, and if there was a way to save her friend. However, as she continued looking through a small peep hole, Aleah was caught by one of the men on board. The human man and her made eye contact, and almost instantly she feared for her life. After thinking right then and there that he was going to take her, Aleah grew immobilized. However, after looking into one anotherâs eyes, the man backed off. He lied to his crew members, saying there was no one there, and urged Aleah to flea the scene as quick as possible. Though she wasnât able to save her friend, she realized that not all humanâs were as bad as her family claimed them to be.
It was after that moment when Aleah couldnât stop fantasizing about the human world. She still had little desire to ever make it to shore one day, but the man she made contact with that day had some kind of affect on her. He was everything she found intriguing in a companion. Though he was really the first human she had ever seen, she was hooked on the idea of him. However, Aleah was well aware sheâd never be able to come in contact with him, or any other humans again, she did her best to brush him off. It wasnât easy, given that it was the first time the young mermaid ever felt feelings like this before. It wasnât uncommon for merpeople to fall in love. One of the biggest things about her kind was their ability to lure others in, and captivate them with their beauty. She had seen her own parents fall in love, as well as her siblings. Aleah, however, was never given the chance. She partly blames it on the man she met that night. Aleah was given chances to find her own forms of love under the sea, her parents arranged marriages with her, they offered up suitors, but every time she was given the chance to follow through with it, she denied it. Nothing could compare to the way she felt when she and the human man made eye contact. Thus, she realized that she would either have to find a way to shake him out of her mind, or spend the rest of her immortal life fantasizing about a man she would never get, nor see again. Aleah then spent seventy one years avoiding the human world at all costs. She figured there wasnât a chance she could ever go there, and that spending her time fantasizing about a man who was probably old and gone was a waste of time. She focused on the wonders of the ocean. Exploring ocean to ocean, discovering places and learning about new things that resided under the water.
Instead of falling and love and carrying on her families legacy, and populating the sea with more of her kind, Aleah became an expert on the ocean. She discovered new wonders, befriended new species underneath the water, and learned more about the place she called home. It had even gotten to the point where she was willing to let the ocean turn her heart cold - making her a true servant to the sea. However, the issue with that was that Aleah was far too kind to become something that could potentially be evil. So many in the past had done it, and in doing so they had become new forms of themselves, unhappy and cruel forms. That wasnât a risk she wanted to take, no matter how pure she knew she was. See, Aleah was one of the most innocent of all the people she had come across. She possessed a true loving and caring nature, but was also incredibly naive. Though she was smart, and informed about certain aspects of the sea, she failed to see all the negative sides to it. That was, until one day when Aleah was exploring the Caribbean sea. The young immortal found herself swimming up to a secluded cove, while she was venturing out on her own. She had been collecting different forms of shells and leaving them in a small cave she had found. It was one place she felt safe to swim up to the surface, given that it was abandoned. What she wasnât aware of, however, was that the small area was home to a sea witch, one who lived off the immortality of mermaids. One day, when returning the surface, Aleah came in contact with the woman, who fought the mermaid off, and placed an ogre shell over her heart. With enough strength to get out, she did everything she could to free herself of the shell, and make it a run for it. However, just because she was free, didnât mean it was going to stop there. The witch had a sense on the mermaid now, and would stop at nothing to get her immortality.
Aleah did her best to get away, and found herself running straight to her family in nearby waters. But her decision to go to them had left her in guilt and regret, because the witch followed. She found where they were, and caused an attack on her family. The woman killed each of them off one by one, stealing their immortality. But somehow, Aleah managed to be the only one who escaped. Not on scathed, however. Trying to stop her, the witch sent a spear straight the side of the young mermaid, slowing her down and leaving a trail of blood behind her. Luckily, Aleah just kept on swimming, and before she knew it, she was finding her way to the shore. Outside the water was the only place a sea witch couldnât sense a mermaid, and though she never dreamt of going there, she had no choice. Thus, after days of swimming, Aleah made her way to the mid atlantic, and ended up in a foreign land. She crawled up to the shore, and passed out amongst rock in a secluded place. After hours of being unconscious, Aleah woke up dry, and without a tail. She was completely bare, and the only thing that coated her body with the blood coming from the wound the witch had caused.
Unaware of what to do, Aleah then came in contact with an unfamiliar man. She was frightened at first, but as he offered her assistance, Aleah felt she could trust him. The issue was, however, was the moment the woman stood up, she found herself falling back into the water, causing her tail to grow back. Just when the man shouldâve been scared, Aleah learned he wasnât. He was surprisingly calm about it all, and after giving her the aid she needed, he began to ask questions. Aleah, shy and unwillingly to talk, later learned that his name was Tristan, and he too was a supernatural creature. She had no idea what he was, or what anyone on land was, but he was giving her a chance at survival. When he asked if she was going to be okay by herself, Aleah made no response back. It took her awhile to finally open, but she eventually explained to Tristan what had happened to her, and why she couldnât go back to the ocean. Though he was clearly not the type to help others, given how rough he was around the edges, he still offered up kindness to the new found land walker. Tristan offered her a place in his home, and even found her a witch to spell her a shore ring that allowed her to walk on land without fear of her fin returning. Now, a short few days on land, Aleah has realized that she has to do everything she can to fit in. She has no idea about almost anything in the human world, aside from a few basics, as well as their native tongue. But with the help of Tristan, and a few others, Aleah is going to try to make the land her temporary home, because deep down she canât live outside the water. The ocean is her home, and sheâd do anything she can to go back there.
Character Personality:
Since the day Aleah came to be she has been an incredibly sheltered and innocent person. She is the youngest of five, and because of that, she has been forced to fall to the back. The shadows of her siblings is where she spent most of her life, and that caused her to become naive to most things around her. Aleah grew up thinking that anything above the ocean was bad, and she had to do her best to avoid it at all costs. Thus, she became an uninformed mermaid swimming around the world. She did, however, know everything she could possibly know about the ocean. Spending seventy years to herself, Aleah allowed herself to become an expert on her surroundings and instead of falling in love with another, like her siblings had down, Aleah fell in love with the ocean. She viewed it as the most magnificent thing in the world. But there were dark aspects to it, ones that would stop at nothing to kill her, and after coming in contact with a sea witch, Aleah realized this world wasnât as beautiful as she made it out to be. After fearing for her life, the young, naive and innocent girl made a run for it. She eventually found herself on land after losing her entire family, and she is now forced to start over. But Aleah knows nothing about the land. She knows a few basics, but other than that sheâs oblivious to it all. Thus, Aleah is seen as a complete airhead. She lets things slide right over her head, but sheâs incredibly blunt about asking questions. It isnât a rude bluntness, but people have shown to be confused by it, and her. However, aside from being a huge confusion to those around her, Aleah is incredibly kind, but also incredibly shy. She doesnât talk much, but sheâs trying. Her biggest downfall is her lack of information, and her naive nature - but with the help of those around her, Aleah hopes to understand what it truly means to be a human, and how it is to live on land.
Para Sample:
Out of Character Sample:
âVicki.â
    Theyâre coming.
                                       Theyâre coming.
                       Theyâre coming.
 Theyâre coming.   Â
                Theyâre coming.
                                 Theyâre coming.
     Theyâre coming.
                                          Theyâre coming.
The voices   repeatedly, the voices ran through her ear. Chanting, singing, taunting her as she sat within the old, withered down desk that was contained inside her high school walls. With each passing breath she took, they grew louder, pounding on the inside of her head as she ached for an escape. However, there was no escaping this. No running from them once they had begun their vicious calls, once they had consumed her mind.. pulling her out of reality, and into the dark depths she was scared of. They were the demons she had been forced to fight off for years, the demons that destroyed her world in so many ways. They were b a c k. And this time, they were louder. Vocalizing something she couldnât make out. But she couldnât exactly make out anything at the moment. She was gone. Subconsciously, Vicki was gone   trapped in her own vicious mind where she was cursed with these unimaginable sounds. Over and over, it was like banging against the walls of her mind. Like a crashing headache, that was calling her attention. They just needed her to hear them. Needed her to respond to what was going on in the outside world. But if only, if only she understood.
âVictoria Donovan.â The teacherâs voice amplified through the room.
But she didnât hear. She couldnât hear. It was as though Vicki had disappeared from the room completely. Her mind wandering off unwillingly, as they tried their best to grab hold of her. All they needed was for her to listen. To listen to the voices, to guide her to what was going on around her. But the petite, and weakened brunette didnât know what to make of them. She was there, but at the same time, she wasnât. She heard them, but her body  it was paralyzed. At least, thatâs how it felt. It was the numbing sensation, that out of state, but stuck in mind feeling that was consuming Vicki whole. She couldnât feel any bit of her body, couldnât control herself, or understand what was going on around her. But what she could do, was listen. Listen but not make out what it was that was screaming in her ears. She could listen in, try to figure it out, but she came up short. None of it made sense to her, it was like an unsolvable puzzle staring her straight in the face, and frustration built up more and more as she tried to put the pieces together. However, she couldnât. God, she couldnât and all of it was terrorizing her. It was weakening her, and making her want to scream. Â
Scream louder than the voices within her. Scream loud enough that she could drown out the sound. Scream loud enough that it was be something like a release, something that would save her from the dark tunnel she had been stuck in. Thatâs what would save her. Thatâs what would be her salvation, and eliminate the pain that was stabbing through her. But if only she could understand, if only she could hear what they were saying to her. It was like loud, traumatic whispers. Loud, traumatic voices that were ringing within her.
"Miss Donovan!" Again. No response.
Minutes had past, but to Vicki, it was like time had stood still. Like she was in a trance as they spoke to her. Spoke words she couldnât actually hear in a complete sentence. And outside her, outside of Vickiâs mind, everyone was staring. Their eyes pinned to the girl that wasnât saying a word, wasnât responding to a thing the teacher said. Instead, Vicki Donovan was sitting there, her eyes looking as though they had seen a ghost. But they were just staring off, not blinking, not moving, just standing still as they looked off straight ahead of her. Though it was what her hands were doing that concerned those surrounding her. As Vicki looked forward, and the rest of her body remained still, her hand was moving all over the place. It had a strong hold on a single pencil, and all Vicki did was draw. To otherâs it probably looked like scribbles, sweet nothings swirling around on her notebook paper. But if they were to look down upon it, they would see a picture. Something she had drawn without looking down once, without even knowing she was doing it. All of it⌠All of this was what painted her crazy. She was a mad woman to the class before her  getting lost in her own world though she didnât even know what was happening. As her hand moved swiftly, Vicki was getting eaten alive within her head. She was getting picked at, scratched at, taunted until she finally b r o k e.
                       âMake it stop!â
Just like that, Vickiâs voice intensified through the room, and broke that deafening silence around her. Bouncing off the walls, and echoing down the hallways of her school. It was magnetized, heightened up into the air as Vicki slowly came down from her lost state of mind that she had remained captive in. With each passing breath, her screaming grew louder, falling off her lips like smoke rushing through the air. It was a wild fire, electrifying with each pivotal sound that came from her throbbing lungs. It was as though her vocal cords were getting ready to cave out due to how loud the screeches were, how loud her innocent, yet husky voice sounded as it woke up even those that were dead. And as she continued to scream like a mad woman, the black slate that covered her darkly painted hues begun to fade away. It opened her eyes to a new view. To a blurred view of the sight before her. As her vision continued to shift, Vicki was able to make out the sight of her teacher standing directly in front of her, pinning her hands to her ears, much like everyone else had been doing, to drown out the noise that spewed profusely from Vickiâs trembling lips. Â
Her venomous screeching was streaming through the ears of her classmates, lasting minutes as Vicki was escaping the hold the voices had over her. Each and every time, this was how she managed to relieve herself from the power that the voices held. The power that kept her captive, just itching for a way out. Â Now, nowwas her moment of salvation, her moment to leave behind that feeling, that sound that left her fearful. But with these actions came an aftermath. An aftermath that would leave Vicki painted as the crazy girl. The girl from Eichen House, who heard voices and belted out eardrum popping screams. This aftermath wasnât going to be pretty, she was sure of it the moment her mind gain consciousness and the screaming was now drowning out the voices, allowing her to make some sense of what she was doing. And as the last heavy scream came to end, Vicki stood still. Her body draped over the desk, lingering there as she shook uncontrollably. She was covered in sweat, tears, and a hint of crimson liquid strolling down the opening crevice of her nose, while her body looked lifeless, but shook with such terror. Like she had seen a ghost, like she had been through a traumatizing experience. But the more she gained a sense of what was going on, Vicki realized the glares that were pinned to her skin. The narrowed brows, and widened eyes. The whispers behind her back, calling her crazy. She felt it, heard it, knew it was going on.
And just like the voices in her head, they provoked her. Just like they had left her, Vicki felt weak in the surrounding area of her classmates. She felt like an idiot, knowing that each and every one of them were judging her. And she knew what they were thinking.. It was the same thing everyone had always thought when they looked at her. Hell, it was what she thought at times. That she was crazy, a lunatic that needed to be locked up in Eichen for good. But Vicki⌠she didnât want to be there. She didnât want people to see her like that, because it wasnât who she was. Wasnât who she wanted to be. She wanted them gone, but here they were, back at it again and diminishing different aspects of her life. And she hated. God, she hated it. Vicki Donovan just wanted to be normal, but normal wasnât the girl who had been seated in front of everyone. The girl who was shaking in her chair, allowing for her head to jolt around the room and catch a glance of each person that stayed fixated on her. And then her eyes fell on him.
âVick?â
 Â
That nickname, that name he called her. It ran through Mattâs lips as their eyes connected as one.  Because of being held up at Eichen, and her inability to stay a responsible teenager, Vicki had been forced to repeat a few of her classes. This specific class was one she shared with her younger brother Matt⌠The one person she cared most about in the world. Which was why it pained her to hear him say her name like that. His face was plastered with confusion, with fear and concern. But how could it not? Again, Vicki had experienced one of her episodes, even after she promised him they were over. And he witnessed it. He witnessed her fall into the trance, witnessed her heart wrenching screams. And it k i l l e d him⌠Much like it killed her to see him like that. So scared, and so worried about his older sister  the only person he had left. âI-I⌠I canât be here.â Finally her stuttering words broke the silence around her, and frantically she begun picking up her belongings while everyone still remained in a state of shock. But Vicki? Vicki had to get out of there. She couldnât deal with the judging eyes, or the under the breath words. She needed to run, as fast as she could.
Thus, she picked up her belongings. Shoving them into her bag. But she stopped at the sight of the drawing crafted upon the paper before her. Seeing it caused a pit to drop into her stomach, a nauseas feeling boiling inside as her dark orbs stayed focused on it. Did she make that? Why couldnât she remember drawing that? And why.. why was it scaring her so much? For a moment she didnât want to move, wanted to break down right there, because this was what she hated most. She hated the unknown, hated being that girl who drew ridiculous, and unable to understand drawings. And because of this, Vicki just wanted to crumble. But no. She grabbed hold of it, no matter how much the drawing scared her, and she jammed it deep into the bottom of her bag. Being here, and thinking of everything around her, was suffocating her, like a pillow being forcefully placed over her mouth. Thus, after that, Vicki begun working her way out the door, clinging to her bag and running straight for the exit as the teacher and students didnât say a word, and instead allowed for the crazy girl to leave them behind.
Except for Matt.
âVick wait.â he said, worried.
She couldnât wait, she couldnât stop and explain this to Matt like she knew he would want. Vicki had no idea what happened, no idea what was happening. She was just as lost as they were, just as scared and confused. However, it was worse for her⌠They didnât see the drawing. They didnât see the image of the womanâs face scribbled across the lined paper. Or the words⌠They didnât see the words. The words that read,
                          Theyâre coming.
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Here is an application example, and my âappâ, so hopefully you have an idea of whatâs being looked for.
The Player
Name: Kline
Preferred Pronoun(s): She/her
Age: 21
Time Zone: CDT
Activity level: I'm available most of the week, for quite a bit of time, I may have a day where I don't stop by due to family obligations, but that should only happen at the very most once a week.
How did you find Dead Center? I made it!
What made you want to apply? 'Cause this is exactly the type of rpg I wanted to join.
Tell me a fun fact about you! Fun fact: this is my first time starting up a group roleplay, I'm excited!
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The Character
Original Character Name: Dominic Slater
Prefferred Pronoun(s): He/him
Label: The Alcoholic
Age: 35
Lyrics or Quote: "You've been drinking like the world's about to end - it didn't." (Glory and Gore by Lorde)
History: Things were going way downhill for Dominic even before the zombie apocalypse happened, but fuck that sure wasnât no slice of pie either. His girlfriend left him - okay, whatever, he was an asshole, he got it. He got fired from his job - yeah, yeah, so maybe he was drinking on the job, and maybe he did say some foul things about his bossâ affairs to his wife âcause that guy was a total asshole, but it happens. But the fuckinâ zombie apocalypse?! Yeah, it was shaping up to be a great fucking year for Dominic again.
Present Day: Now, in the Atlanta Safe Zone, thereâs way too many people and way too little alcohol. The few doctors and nurses are trying to keep it for sanitation purposes, but Dominicâs a smooth talker, and heâs managed to weasel some for himself from time to time, but itâs still slim pickings and he can feel himself getting real fucking jumpy. When the chance came to leave this tiny hellhole, and not just on another supply run where nobodyâs ever stopping by the liquour shop, he canât turn it down. Sure, sure, find the cure, save the world, yadda yadda yadda, thatâs okay too. Even if he doesnât exactly believe itâs actually there waiting for them.
Chosen Weapon(s): For guns, he likes the submachine gun and the magnum pistol. For a melee weapon, axes let him vent out his frustrations quite nicely.
Face Claim: Lee Pace
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Writing Sample:
(256 words)
It's a quiet night in the Atlanta Safe Zone, for once, and Dom can't get comfortable. Laying on the lumpy top cot, his feet hanging off the side a bit, normally he can fall asleep like nothing. Life in a safe zone is harder than most would've guessed, and Dom's getting more of a workout now than he's probably had in the last year - year and a half.
Maybe it's the silence. Usually some couple is bickering, or someone's going off on a supply run and you can hear them giving their loved one a possibly final night of passion and they just don't know how to keep fuckin' quiet, or... there's just always something. There's always murmers, and noises, and things falling or people screaming, and... Tonight there's nothing.
Just over a year ago, Dom blew the fuck up at Sophia, his ex now - make that his possibly dead ex now, 'cause she brought over to his house a white noise machine thing. She couldn't sleep without it, and it drove him up the fucking wall. Too much noise, who can sleep with all that fuckin' racket going on?!
But... Things have changed. Dom's changed, even though it doesn't seem like it now when his head is pounding, he's not had anything to drink today, his body is way too fucking big for this bed, and all he wants - other than a cold one - is that fucking white noise machine he threw into his driveway a year ago and ran over.
Name: Jade
Character applying for: Dean Winchester
Time zone: GMT
How active will you be?: Quite a bit, if my activity drops, I'll let you know through OOC posts.
Password: Read the rules. I'm not gonna give that away so easy.
Specific ships?: Anything that'll float Dean's boat.Â
Paragraph sample:
Dean's going out on another mission. Cocking his gun, he makes sure it's ready for possible usage against the raging Croats that haunt and mess the streets of the hot zone of Kansas City. His face shows no emotion as such, just a blank canvas waiting for anger to be spread across it. Filling his bags with weapons that a fellow camp member had made sure was working first time round, he struts out the cabin, pulling at the hems of his khaki green jacket.Â
He soon catches glimpse of the rugged Castiel, nodding to him and urging him for his company. Soon enough, Risa has joined his side, too. His usual team. Chuck is soon running up to him, but he advises that the prophet stays here and checks the supplies. Dean can see the look of relief in the messy man's eyes and rolls his own, climbing into the vehicles and driving off.Â
Hot Zone. Kansas City.Â
You can never say Kansas City on it's own these days. Hot zone seems to accompany it always. Arriving at his destination after a brief bumpy drive, he climbs out, weapon in hand as another is hidden away in a holster. Swallowing on a dry mouth, Dean licks his lips and looks round, watching out for any sudden movement. He recaps on what he's doing. Of course, he's trying to gather more survivors. It wasn't often they done this as survivors usually came to them, but after hearing of another raid within the area, he thought they'd test their luck.
But somewhere in the back of his mind, he's still holding onto that small bit of hope that he'll find Sam. Dean's eyes search the dusty, decaying buildings as he paces along the streets quietly, hearing the crunching of what seems to be broken glass and broken down metal. With a sigh, he continues on, signalling to Castiel to continue ahead as he takes cover of the back of the group.Â
Which character do you wish to audition for: Megara Chaplin
Audition (2-4 paragraphs):
Megara walked casually down the road, her iPod blasting her favorite band into her air. The day wasn't too bad. Off in the distance Megara spotted clouds, she hoped it was rain. Something or anything to get her mind off the dammed curse.
The buildings surrounding the diner seem to tower over it, the bookstore on the left of it, a thrift store on the other side. The three buildings Megara spent most of her time in. She was a little early for work, but she had some school stuff to do. It was a wondrous thing, them still having to do school work even though it appeared as if they'd never be leaving this cursed town again.
Megara entered the building and sighed, it was packed. Her boss beamed over at her from across the 50's styled room, and beckoned her over. "Glad you're here early, can you start a bit early." Megara sighed and nodded. She jumped over an empty spot in the counter and out her apron on.