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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Oct 6, 2009 18:44:52 GMT -5
This is a roleplay about basically the normal highschool life. From a brokenhearted's point of view. This is about two teenagers who've had their hearts broken and have lost all hope, and they can't seek comfort from their familes that blame them for one reason or another. They have known each other since they've moved in next door to each other five years ago. They've gone through some pretty rough times but none as rough as this. They have family problems and all they see is the darkness in the world. But what if they both fell in love with each other? This roleplay takes place in Washington, the school is full of people just waiting to ruin your life. It's a smaller town, not big but not small, it falls just in the middle. You get that 'small-town-gossip' thing every now and then, which makes life suck. At home, the houses are large and there's space between your and the next house, the area is pretty quiet, about four blocks away there's a field where you can go to just be alone or hang out with friends. Character SheetsName: Picture HERE! Age: Personality: Gender: Bio: If you are a brokenhearted please tell us what happened to you here. Pet: (Optional) Brokenhearted or Best Friend: Appearance: Description Theme Song(s): A few things you should know.1. I had major inspiration from the song "The Last Night" by Skillet, it is also where I got the name from 2. These kid's are depressed.... Make them act like it! 3. The two best friends can get together! This is a romance after all! 4. The brokenhearted's are the ones this kind of centers around. Character-thingys! Brokenhearted Girl: Kiara Baker played by Maria Reverend Brokenhearted Boy: December Black Broken Hearted Girl's Best Friend: Derrick Kellis played by Hazzard Gates Brokenhearted Boy's Best Friend: Jennavive Lavette played by Abby I'll have my character sheet up soon.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Oct 6, 2009 22:41:13 GMT -5
Okay, before I post, I was wondering. By "They have known each other since they've moved in next door to each other five years ago." whom is it you speak of? Tis a bit confusing to me and my brain is done for the day so.....
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Oct 6, 2009 22:45:19 GMT -5
The brokenhearted girl and boy, plus the Best Friends. xD They all live in the same neighborhood.
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Post by Abby! (: on Oct 6, 2009 22:49:39 GMT -5
I WANT TO BE THE BOY'S BEST FRIEND! WAIT CAN HIS BEST FRIENDS BE TWIN SISTERS? One who's normal (Kori) and the other a spazz (Spencer)
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Oct 6, 2009 22:51:33 GMT -5
I was trying to keep it an even number. xD
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Oct 6, 2009 22:52:43 GMT -5
Okay, cool. I was just wondering if they all moved in five years ago or if that was just one of them.
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Post by Abby! (: on Oct 6, 2009 22:54:37 GMT -5
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE JUST ONE EXCEPTION!?!?!??! *gets on knee's nd does puppy dog eyes*
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Oct 6, 2009 22:55:01 GMT -5
Yeah, they all moved there five years ago, because that's when the homes were built. I just came up with that. xD
Eveeen numbers make the world go around! xD
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Oct 6, 2009 22:57:54 GMT -5
Okay, shweet. Thank you for clearing that up for me. C;
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Oct 6, 2009 23:08:00 GMT -5
You are welcome. xD
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Post by Abby! (: on Oct 6, 2009 23:10:11 GMT -5
*sigh* Now I have to find somebody else to play *looks around*
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Oct 6, 2009 23:13:25 GMT -5
*pokes* You can play one....
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Oct 7, 2009 1:28:51 GMT -5
Name: Kiara Riley Baker Age: 17 Personality: Kiara used to be a sweet, cheerful girl. But now she's quiet, shy, and only hangs out with her friends that she's known for like, ever. She doesn't like talking a lot, though she certainly will stick up for her friends when needed, though ask her to speak in public and she won't be able to do it. Gender: Female Bio: Kiara was born on December 21st in Montana to Zoe Baker and Ken Baker. She was their middle child, never getting much attention, but thar didn't bother her at all. Five years ago."We're moving?" Squeaked blond little Kiara, with some excitement. Her mother nodded and told her to start packing up. Kiara did as she was told, even helped her younger brothers, which she wasn't thanked for. But it didn't matter, Kiara never asked for a please or thank you, just did everything because she could. After about four hours Kiara and her family were on the road, it was wet and icy, the snow was coming down pretty thick and it was hard to see. Kiara was listening to her CD, her younger brother was asleep and her two older brothers were arguing about something. Kiara suddenly gasped, "Dad, look out!" She screamed as a big english sheepdog ran out in front of the car, the car nearly collided with it but spun on a bit of ice and rolled, crashing into the riverbed below. One day later.Kiara blinked her eyes open to see bright hospital lights, she winced, the back of her head hurt, and her ribs felt like someone had knocked them in with a hammer. "Where am I?" She mumbled. "You stupid little bitch! This is all your fault!" Shouted her mother, whom was glaring at her. Kiara was shocked, "W-wh-what?" She already felt tears begin to sting her eyes. "Thanks to you, your brother is dead!" Zoe snapped, walking forward like she was going to slap her daughter across the face, or worse strangle her. "Evan... Evan..." Kiara whimpered, her tall, blond brother whom always picked on her was gone. "That's right! Evan is dead and it's all your fault!" Her mother continued, her yelling. Kiara could only cry. A nurse whom had been walking by escorted Zoe out, saying that it was bad for Kiara to be yelled at right then. Kiara had been blamed for her brother's death, and she believed it. If she hadn't said anything, Evan would be alive. Two weeks later.Kiara stepped out of the SUV, carrying her stuff, she went directly to her bedroom and put away her few belongings, most of her stuff had been taken away for 'punishment' she knew her mother would much rather have killed her then take away her stuff. Two years later.Kiara was walking through school, quietly. She had grown quieter since her brother's death, she still blamed herself, and had been blamed for several other things which weren't her fault at all. "Kiara." She turned her head to see her boyfriend, Max walk toward her, he seemed to be upset about something. Kiara walked toward him and said, "Yeah?" "Y'know... Uh... The thing is..." Max paused, running a hand through his short, spikey black hair. That wasn't a good sign. "What?" Kiara asked, now worried by this. Max usually said, exactly what he thought at that moment. "Maybe we should see other people..." He said it more like a question, plus he kept looking in the direction of a blond girl who was, without a doubt looking at him. "Uh... Okay..." Kiara said, biting her lip to keep from crying, she turned away quickly and walked to her locker, head lowered. Max had been the only thing keeping her even somewhat sane for the past two years. Brokenhearted or Best Friend: Brokenhearted. Appearance: Kiara stands at five foot two inches tall, she weighs a hundred and one pounds, she has brown eyes, her hair is blond with burgandy streaks, she constantly wears black eyeliner and dark eyeshadow, her normal outfit is black skinny jeans, studded belts, and band shirts and hoodies. Her nails are normally painted black as well. Theme Song(s): "To Know That You're Alive" -Kutless
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Oct 7, 2009 2:13:44 GMT -5
…..We’ll rest in our graves….. Name: Derrick Blake "Tripp" Kellis Age: Seventeen Personality: Derrick is one of those kinds of people who smiles even though he’s completely miserable. He has learned a lot from his family, and knows to be the exact opposite of him. Derrick is shy, sensitive, angsty, and protective of his friends since they're really all he has. He's really your typical emo kid. Gender: Male Bio: ….. Is this a life left just to remember…..Derrick Blake Kallis was born on the cold, snowy morning of November 5th, 1992 to 18 year old Elizabeth Kellis. His father was 21 year old Robert Draven, but Derrick would never met him. Elizabeth already had two children, a 4 year old boy named River and a 2 year old girl named Caden; both only half siblings. Elizabeth wasn’t really a one person relationship kind of girl, or really any kind of relationship. She had been a prostitute since she was 14 and was lucky to only had three kids. River and Caden were Elizabeth’s angels, their father men she had loved since middle school. But this crying, drooling mass in her arms now? No, he was a mistake; something that never should’ve happened. No, Derrick was certainly a horrible, cruel, irreversible blunder in Elizabeth’s mind. …..Burning down Neverland, scatter the ashes…..Five years old and watching his mom hold a lighter to a piece of glass that she had the other end to her face and would inhale the fumes coming from it, Derrick looked at his mom. She wasn’t anywhere near as pretty as she had been a couple years ago; her hair and teeth falling out and sores were covering her body. The woman glanced at her son with harsh eyes. “This is your fault you sorry excuse of a boy. If you hadn’t have been born, I could be out making money,” she hissed. Derrick winced and ducked his head, looking to the floor. “Mommy? C-can you finish reading me Peter Pan? I want to know what happens to Wendy and her brother in Neverland,” he murmured, risking a look at his mom with pleading blue eyes. She scoffed a laugh and shook her head, “I haven’t read that to you since you were in a crib.” But she didn’t know that Derrick often sat and listened to their mom read it to his half siblings. “Look, long story short Wendy, John, and Michael leave Neverland because they don’t want to forget their parents. Happy?” Derrick sighed and hung his head in sorrow. “I hope Peter isn’t sad. And I hope he can find a new adventure.” River snorted, “Do you think that story is real, stupid?” Derrick looked at him in curiosity, “Well, of course. Why?” River snickered. “Wow, and I bet you think that fairies exist too.” Derrick nodded. “Oh yeah? Well, in that case…. There’s no such thing as fairies, there’s no such thing as fairies, there’s no such thing as fairies, there’s no such thing as fairies, there’s no such thing as fairies,” River chanted. “No, stop it! You’re killing them,” Derrick sobbed. River rolled his eyes, “There’s no such thing as fairies, Peter Pan, or Neverland, you little wuss.” Derrick was stunned but he believed it; afterall, River never lied. …..Bad turns to worse and the worse turns into hell…..Sirens wailed and a family of six stood on the street, staring at the flames engulfing their home. Someone landed a blow on the back of a nine year old boy’s head. “Ow! Hey, what’d I do?” demanded Derrick, rubbing his head. “You see what happens when you play with fire you little shit?! Jesus, everything we own is gone all because of you! You could’ve killed someone!” His mother glared hard, holding River, Caden, and their half-sister Marley closely. Marley was only 5 and a half years younger than Derrick. Their step-dad, Erik, put an arm over Elizabeth’s shoulders and scowled at the little boy. Of course, this man knew Derrick was innocent of this and every other thing his family blamed him for and usually it was Caden or River who was guilty, but did he tell anyone? No. Erik always went along and let the other three be his angels. “Next time, just do us all a favor and stay in the house,” River muttered darkly, eyes wide from the excitement from when he had accidently caught the curtains then the couch on fire; luckily he just seemed shocked. “Just leave. I never want to see your face again. That’s right, go,” Elizabeth barked, pulling her hand back to smack Derrick. Derrick turned and ran, glancing back from time to time to look at his family. …..They lied when they said the good die young…..“Trip,” River snorted, watching a ten year old Derrick land face first on the ground once again. Derrick got up and sighed, walking between his half siblings with Marley trotting along behind. “Trip,” Caden giggled, stick her leg out and tripping her half brother. The three laughed at him as he got up and sat on his knees. “Trip, trip, trip, trip, trip,” Marley sang shoving Derrick with all her strength back into the ground. “C’mon, Tripp! Are you coming or are you just gonna sit there?” River taunted, walking with Caden through the foggy cemetery. Marley stopped and imitated her oldest brother, “Yeah, Tripp! C’mon!” Tripp had become a big thing with Derrick lately; a lot of people would just trip him as he walked by, and he always heard them deeply croak the trademark “trip” under their breath with a smirk. Derrick stood up and jogged after his siblings. They stopped and looked into a freshly dug grave, the smell of the moist dirt think and intoxicating. “How deep do you think it is?” Caden whispered. “I dunno. Hey, Tripp, why don’t you write us a postcard when you get to the bottom?” River snickered and pushed Derrick into the deep hole. Derrick screamed and landed with a thud. “Guys, that isn’t funny! Get me out!” River looked at Caden and Marley before back into the pit where Derrick was, “Have a nice trip, Tripp!” He said something to the others and they walked away. “Guys, no! Come back, this isn’t funny! Come on, get me out of here,” Derrick plead. …..Tell ‘em who you are, who you really were…..“Hey, Tripp, guess what. C’mon, guess what, Tripp. I bet you can’t guess what because you’re so stupid! C’mon guess,” River pestered his little brother. Twelve year old Derrick sighed, looking at his brother with zero interest, “River, ‘come on’ is two words, not one. And I don’t know.” River snorted and thought for a second, “You’re stupid, Tripp.” Derrick glanced back out the window boredly. No, you are the stupid one River; a 7th grade drop out that was held back two years. Me? I’ve skipped a grade and I’m in all of the honors classes. But do any of you care? No. I bring home an A, no one cares but when Caden brings come the rare C and even more rare B, you take every but me out for ice cream. But, such is life. Derrick was mutually careless, especially about the current situation. They were moving to a new house that had just been built. Was he expecting things to be different? No, not really. He would have his own room now but it was small and in the basement; but he didn’t think his family would change, or how others treated him after they saw how his family did. The car stopping in front of a house and the six climbed out, examining it with awe. Derrick grunted as River shoved him to the ground and walked with the others into the house. Derrick sighed and rolled over onto his back, looking up at the cloudless sky. This looked like it was going to be the beginning of a great new start in a new home… For everyone except, of course, for Derrick. Pet: Derrick’s fish Pastor Of Muppets. Brokenhearted or Best Friend: Best friend. Appearance: …..Fashion statement suicide…..Derrick stands at 5'9" inches and weighs 136 lbs. He has little body weight or muscle so he isn't really a physical threat. He has medium length black hair that almost always hangs in his dark blue eyes, which are always thickly rimmed with eyeliner. He has a snake bite in his bottom lip and his left eyebrow is pierced. There is a tattoo of exotic red flowers underlying a crystal with a banner that says Mortalized ((because I can't tell what his tattoo says... -.-)) on his upper arm and one of a large skull on his inner elbow, both tattoos are on his right arm. Derrick mostly wears dark blue or grey skinny jeans, printed tee-shirts, and converse. Theme Song(s): Godspeed - AnberlinDying In Your Arms - TriviumToo Shy To Scream - AFI[/center] Lyrics provided in the description of Too Shy To Scream are not right. Quotes from character profile are all from Godspeed by Anberlin. Font is called Creepygirl. I will edit anything if you need me to.[/font]
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Oct 7, 2009 2:27:41 GMT -5
Accepted, of course. =)
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