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Mar 17, 2013 08:59AM
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ahhhh
i haven't got the faintest of clues
what are your do's and do not's?
i haven't got the faintest of clues
what are your do's and do not's?
Well, I like being the guy since i'm horrid at playing girls. I tend to like realistic over fantasy, I'm really up for anything.
okay
whatever works for you xD
i prefer realistic as well
okay um, do you have a genre of preference
i should be able to come with something after that, haha
whatever works for you xD
i prefer realistic as well
okay um, do you have a genre of preference
i should be able to come with something after that, haha
Well have you ever hear the song The A team by Ed Sheeran? I kind of want to do a rp based on that.
oh, i love that song.
i kind of have a few, vague ideas
but what are your visions on the song?
like, what comes to your mind?
i kind of have a few, vague ideas
but what are your visions on the song?
like, what comes to your mind?
Well I was thinking, what about a girl who lives on the streets and is addicted to drugs. But to fuel her addiction she sells her body to earn the money. Then a guy who is the son of a prostitute and drug addict meet the girl for a one night stand, causing them to start having feelings for each other but they try to fight it.
omg
that's pretty much what i was thinking >.>
so we have the drug addicted/prostitute girl
and then we have other prostitue/drug addict's son?
the two meet for a one night stand but turns out, they're in for more than they bargained? o.o
that's pretty much what i was thinking >.>
so we have the drug addicted/prostitute girl
and then we have other prostitue/drug addict's son?
the two meet for a one night stand but turns out, they're in for more than they bargained? o.o
cool beans.
so, how old should they be?
21+?
so, how old should they be?
21+?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ { Tap on my window, Knock on my door } ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ { I want to make you feel beautiful } ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
{{Full name:
Dallas Eli Lockwood
{{Nickname:
None.
{{Age:
Twenty One - 21.
{{Gender:
Male.
{{Birthday:
January Eighth - 1/8.
{{Sign:
Capricorn - The Goat.
{{Birthplace:
Dallas, Texas.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ♟ ~ ♥ ~ ♟ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
{ Scars have the power to remind us that the past is real.}
{{Hair:
Dark blonde, curling at the nape of his neck.
{{Eyes:
Sharp, icy blue.
{{Height:
Six feet three inches - 6'3.
{{Weight:
One hundred and eighty pounds - 180 lbs.
{{Scars:
Various scars.
{{Birthmarks:
A small upside down heart on his neck.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ♟ ~ ♥ ~ ♟ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
{ Show me a person with a tattoo and I'll show you a person with an interesting past.}
{{Health Issues:
Insomnia.
{{Allergies:
None.
{{Addictions:
Smoking.
Large risk-taking.
{{Tattoos:
Claw print on left shoulder blade.
{{Piercings:
None.
{{Other Modifications:
None.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ♟ ~ ♥ ~ ♟ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
{ It's personality which captures your heart.}
{{Likes-:
✔ Music,
✔ Racing,
✔ Rain,
✔ Traveling,
✔ Running,
✔ Snow,
✔ Snowball fights,
✔ Cold,
✔ Swimming.
{{Dislikes-:
✘ Rude people,
✘ Doctors,
✘ Alcohol,
✘ Talking,
✘ Loud people,
✘ Heat,
✘ Summer,
✘ Super sugary candy,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ♟ ~ ♥ ~ ♟ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
{ You know my name, not my story.}
{{History:
WIP ~ Was found in the woods as a child, was named Dallas because that's the town he was found in. Was put into foster care, jumped around a lot. Placed into the North's home, Charlie is abusive, only stays to protect Emery, plans on running away.
{{Family:
Charlie Jon North {Foster Father-Alive}.
Emerson 'Emery' James North {Foster Brother-Alive}.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ♟ ~ ♥ ~ ♟ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
{Of all the lies I've heard, "I love you" was my favorite.}
{{Sexuality:
Bisexual.
{{Boyfriend/Girlfriend:
None.
{{Crush:
None.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ♟ ~ ♥ ~ ♟ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
{ No one ever keeps a secret so well as a child.}
{{Other}}
{{Pets:
None.
{{Special Charm:
Small blue stone on a necklace that was found with him in the woods, has never taken it off.
{{Job:
Works at a motorcycle store/repair shop.
{{Secrets:
Often has nightmares about his life before he was abandoned.
~~~~~~~~~~~~ { This town is colder now, I think it’s sick of us } ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ { I’ve got my heart set on anywhere but here } ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As bees their sting, so the promiscuous leave behind them in each encounter something of themselves by which they are made to suffer. -Cyril Connolly
◆ Complete Birth Name◆ ➾ Chelsea Amara Matergalo
◊Alias(es) or Nickname(s)◊➺Chels, Cat, Ama, Sea
◆Date/Time of Delivery◆➾October 12th(17:02)
◊Current Age◊➺21
◆Place of Origin◆➾Dallas, Texas
◊Nationality(ies)◊➺American/Brazilian
◆Legal Citizenship(s)◆➾Brazil, America
◊Current Gender◊➺Female
◆Current Sexual Attraction◆➾Doesn't matter, she needs the money
◊Apparition to Others◊➺
(view spoiler)
(view spoiler)
(view spoiler)
◆Additional Particularities◆➾
(view spoiler)
◊Personality◊➺
◆Enjoys◆
☼ Drugs
☼ Money
☼ Tips
☼ Music
☼ Rain
☼ Running
☼ Animals
◊Despises◊
☀ Bad work days
☀ No pick ups
☀ Hot drinks
☀ Herself
☀ Being sober
☀ Opening up
☀ Humidity
◊Climax(es) in Life as of Now◊➺
☈Excelled in every grade for six years in a row
☈Fell in love with the bad boy of the school
☈Fell into drugs
☈Got pregnant
☈Got kicked out of her home
☈Got dumped
☈Had an abortion
☈Turns to prostitution for money for the only thing that keeps her sane
◆Valuable Beings in Life◆➾
☞ Sabrina Fey {24} ↔ Rommate
◊Pet(s)◊➺
☃ Buster{1}(view spoiler)
◆Notable Data◆➾
☄She's an addict
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um, depends
by the one night stand thing, does that mean that he hired her? or picked her off the streets or something.
or they just kind of hook up because maybe his mom is dealing some drugs to Chelsea or something?
by the one night stand thing, does that mean that he hired her? or picked her off the streets or something.
or they just kind of hook up because maybe his mom is dealing some drugs to Chelsea or something?
oh jeez, i missed this, sorry.
um, i suppose it could be through the mother
um, i suppose it could be through the mother
Alright, want to start then i'll jump in?
alrighty sounds good, so is she just heading to his house?
and how much do you write in terms of posts and whatnot?
and how much do you write in terms of posts and whatnot?
It depend on what the other person writes, I try to get at least a paragraph.
cool beans, i'll get to work on my post
((changed her appearance, thought i'd let you know.)
Instinctively, the brunette hugged the jacket around herself, the brisk air fighting through the thin layers to nuzzle within the hollow of her bones. From the outside, Chelsea was the walking picture of a model - clearly high on something. Her eyes weren't focused, nor were they on this planet, for that matter. Sure, her legs seemed to never end, her heels lifting her a good four inches off of the ground. Her attire consisted of a skimpy top, showing enough to leave little to one's imagination - as did her bottoms for they were simply a black leather skirt, with fishnets dancing down the lengths of her tanned legs. The wind weaved through the thick, blonde curls that cascaded until just a little higher than the middle of her spine. Mentally, Chelsea was currently living the life, all emotions were extracted and severely cast, leaving only the pure bliss of a certain illicit drug she couldn't recall the name of.
Breaching her destination, sure she wasn't doing it for any money but he seemed to be a man of pleasure, treating herself with fee seemed like a good deed, right? Arriving upon his front steps, the scarf that had been wrapped around her neck in a feeble attempt to keep warm suddenly felt warmer as she lifted her hand up and gave the door three considerate knock; not too soft, or too inconvenient, just enough so he could hear. Not that Chelsea cared all that much, if he wasn't going to open the door, she'd find herself another lay; or perhaps she'd head back to the corner where she'd hit up or simply waltz back home and spend a night with herself and her handy dandy baggy she had managed to snatch off of a wanting male. Sometimes, Sea thought that they were simply too easy, but those were always the most eager, which resulted in more pleasure or they simply were looking for relief. Whatever their needs, Chelsea always got her end of the deed.
((longer or smaller? o.o))
Instinctively, the brunette hugged the jacket around herself, the brisk air fighting through the thin layers to nuzzle within the hollow of her bones. From the outside, Chelsea was the walking picture of a model - clearly high on something. Her eyes weren't focused, nor were they on this planet, for that matter. Sure, her legs seemed to never end, her heels lifting her a good four inches off of the ground. Her attire consisted of a skimpy top, showing enough to leave little to one's imagination - as did her bottoms for they were simply a black leather skirt, with fishnets dancing down the lengths of her tanned legs. The wind weaved through the thick, blonde curls that cascaded until just a little higher than the middle of her spine. Mentally, Chelsea was currently living the life, all emotions were extracted and severely cast, leaving only the pure bliss of a certain illicit drug she couldn't recall the name of.
Breaching her destination, sure she wasn't doing it for any money but he seemed to be a man of pleasure, treating herself with fee seemed like a good deed, right? Arriving upon his front steps, the scarf that had been wrapped around her neck in a feeble attempt to keep warm suddenly felt warmer as she lifted her hand up and gave the door three considerate knock; not too soft, or too inconvenient, just enough so he could hear. Not that Chelsea cared all that much, if he wasn't going to open the door, she'd find herself another lay; or perhaps she'd head back to the corner where she'd hit up or simply waltz back home and spend a night with herself and her handy dandy baggy she had managed to snatch off of a wanting male. Sometimes, Sea thought that they were simply too easy, but those were always the most eager, which resulted in more pleasure or they simply were looking for relief. Whatever their needs, Chelsea always got her end of the deed.
((longer or smaller? o.o))
UNCONTINUED
Reason: inactivity
~Unless rper say otherwise! ;)
~deletion
Just trying to keep things organized! :)
Reason: inactivity
~Unless rper say otherwise! ;)
~deletion
Just trying to keep things organized! :)
