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<<Camille>> I've never seen a tea kitchen. What's your favorite thing to make? When I can get my hands on the right ingredients I love making cakes. You know big layers with sweet frosting *bites her lip* Sorry... i have some free time before night. Do you want some help?

Lucien: I spent today baking again in the tea kitchen… I’m not sure what to do with it all though.. perhaps I’ll take it to the bakery in town. That usually works… they said last time that they couldn’t keep accepting these though…

💭Inspirations: @livealittleoc-cb @oc-empire

Possible rp partners: @favegirls-ocbot @moonlit-nights-club @violettaamore @timmburrton @folklore-cb @halloween-cb @nightskysing @badbf-cb @clubwnderland @multi-joong @dragonrider-cb @hybrid-babies @redlight-cb (dm to be +/-!)

Art and photos do not belong to me!

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<<Camille>> You would be surprised. It's not hard to find people who need help. It's hard to find those that will accept it. Don you enjoy baking?

Lucien: I spent today baking again in the tea kitchen… I’m not sure what to do with it all though.. perhaps I’ll take it to the bakery in town. That usually works… they said last time that they couldn’t keep accepting these though…

💭Inspirations: @livealittleoc-cb @oc-empire

Possible rp partners: @favegirls-ocbot @moonlit-nights-club @violettaamore @timmburrton @folklore-cb @halloween-cb @nightskysing @badbf-cb @clubwnderland @multi-joong @dragonrider-cb @hybrid-babies @redlight-cb (dm to be +/-!)

Art and photos do not belong to me!

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<<Camille>> Why don't you take it to shelters or places that help less fortunate. I'm sure they would appreciate all the extra help

Lucien: I spent today baking again in the tea kitchen… I’m not sure what to do with it all though.. perhaps I’ll take it to the bakery in town. That usually works… they said last time that they couldn’t keep accepting these though…

💭Inspirations: @livealittleoc-cb @oc-empire

Possible rp partners: @favegirls-ocbot @moonlit-nights-club @violettaamore @timmburrton @folklore-cb @halloween-cb @nightskysing @badbf-cb @clubwnderland @multi-joong @dragonrider-cb @hybrid-babies @redlight-cb (dm to be +/-!)

Art and photos do not belong to me!

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<<Calypso>> Dunno *smiles and shrugs* My brother knows more than I do. I just like the shops and most people I've seen here

Riven

Riven; Prince of the waters

6’5” with the tail, 5’5” without

Pink hair, slightly curled by the water

Fair skin without any markings

When exposed to water, he obtains a pinkish-blue tail with scales that travel up his sides and onto his arms, fins on the outsides of his ears, and iridescent markings along his skin

Blue eyes with a dark ring around the outside of the iris

Can breathe under water and grant the ability for someone else to do so for a certain amount of time with a kiss

Can live away from the water, but he gets sick if he’s out of it for too long

Higher pitched voice for a male, Australian accent. Uses a lot of slang and it’s and terms

Bubbly, a bit stuck up, bratty, flirtatious, cannot take people seriously

Plot 1: you recently lived to live near the beach. You wish you knew why, but for some reason you just felt like that was the place you needed to be when you were finally looking to move away from your family. Starting off in a new area is rough, you have no friends, no job as of now, and no idea where anything is anymore. You e found yourself getting lost on the way to the coffee shop down the street more times than you’d like to admit, but it’s just part of moving, right? Things would get better.

Things did not get better. Your rent went up, your car broke down, you still haven’t found a job. Everything is awful. Most of the people your age that you run into are just tourists. People that leave just as quickly as they arrive, leaving you with one night of good company and then nothing afterwards. You envy the people that live in the inner cities now.

You’re near ready to give up, phone in your hands with the dreaded message to your mother at the ready. You’ve already come to terms with the ‘I told you that you weren’t ready’ message that would likely follow. You’re so immersed in your phone that you don’t see the person in front of you until it’s too late and you’re both crashing to the floor. You look up to apologize only to come face to face with someone who actually looks around your age. He doesn’t look like a tourist, no sunburn or ugly ‘tropical themed’ outfit, just jeans and a tshirt. He is odd though, his hair is pink but the roots don’t look grown out, almost as if it’s freshly dyed.

You stand to apologize, but he beats you to it, hand out to help you up and a charming smile on his face that shows off the dimple on his left cheek. He doesn’t accept your apologies, he doesn’t introduce himself, he just walks off toward the coffee shop you had just come from. You almost call out to him, but he’s already inside as you turn back to face him. You hope you’ll see him again soon, something about him left you curious.

Plot 2: you’re going to die. You’ve come to terms with it now. I mean, there’s nobody to blame but yourself anyways. Who goes voluntarily on a boat when you don’t know how to swim? You apparently. As the chilly water comes up over your head once again, filling your nose and mouth with salty despair, you’re just ready for it to be over with. Nobody knew you fell off the boat, nobody would know until they got back in the morning and sobered up. You are going to die here, alone, cold, and wishing you had just stayed home and watched your favorite television show for the thousandth time like you had originally planned.

You’re so accepting of your fate that you don’t even feel it when someone wraps an arm around your waist and begins to tug you along. Your brain is so foggy from the panic and amount of salt water that has entered your system that it’s a miracle you’ve managed to even be awake for this. The waves make it impossible to tell that you’re moving and you feel the cool touch of a rock against your back right before you lose consciousness.

You’re cold, no, it’s warm. And bright. Very bright. Bright? You sit up, gasping for air and coughing up a lung as you do so. Where are you? You take a minute to look around and study your surroundings. Rock covers nearly every surface except the small window-sized hole that you’re placed under. That’s where the sun is coming from. But how is the sun up? Last you remember it was night time and you were on the boat? Right. You had fallen off. How did you not die?

You look around for another moment. You can feel eyes on you, but you can’t find the source no matter how hard you try. You curse yourself yet again for allowing yourself to go on that little trip in the first place. All of your things are likely ruined now and your friends, if they are even awake yet, are likely freaking out. You stand up and begin to look for an escape when you hear the water become disturbed beside you. A flash of pink is all you see, but you now remember the hands that guided you to this safe place. There’s no way you got here alone.

You hear someone call your name and it snaps you out of your thoughts. Two of your friends from the boat run toward you and behind you and begin to look over you throughly before hugging you, exclaiming about how they thought you had died. Meanwhile your mind is on the thing who saved you and how you could possibly repay it.

Plot 3: come up with something new or add to/take away from the first two! You don’t have to use one of these, they are just suggestions! (I do have the right to deny any plot I dont feel comfortable with)

I do have a more sad plot in mind for this character if you don’t mind angst, just ask!

💭Inspirations: @livealittleoc-cb @oc-empire

Possible rp partners: @favegirls-ocbot @moonlit-nights-club @violettaamore @timmburrton @folklore-cb @halloween-cb @nightskysing @badbf-cb @clubwnderland @multi-joong @dragonrider-cb @hybrid-babies @redlight-cb (dm to be +/-!)

Art and photos do not belong to me!

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<<Calypso>> Do you have something in your eye? *shakes her head* No. Here. Not home. I've met a few nice people

Riven

Riven; Prince of the waters

6’5” with the tail, 5’5” without

Pink hair, slightly curled by the water

Fair skin without any markings

When exposed to water, he obtains a pinkish-blue tail with scales that travel up his sides and onto his arms, fins on the outsides of his ears, and iridescent markings along his skin

Blue eyes with a dark ring around the outside of the iris

Can breathe under water and grant the ability for someone else to do so for a certain amount of time with a kiss

Can live away from the water, but he gets sick if he’s out of it for too long

Higher pitched voice for a male, Australian accent. Uses a lot of slang and it’s and terms

Bubbly, a bit stuck up, bratty, flirtatious, cannot take people seriously

Plot 1: you recently lived to live near the beach. You wish you knew why, but for some reason you just felt like that was the place you needed to be when you were finally looking to move away from your family. Starting off in a new area is rough, you have no friends, no job as of now, and no idea where anything is anymore. You e found yourself getting lost on the way to the coffee shop down the street more times than you’d like to admit, but it’s just part of moving, right? Things would get better.

Things did not get better. Your rent went up, your car broke down, you still haven’t found a job. Everything is awful. Most of the people your age that you run into are just tourists. People that leave just as quickly as they arrive, leaving you with one night of good company and then nothing afterwards. You envy the people that live in the inner cities now.

You’re near ready to give up, phone in your hands with the dreaded message to your mother at the ready. You’ve already come to terms with the ‘I told you that you weren’t ready’ message that would likely follow. You’re so immersed in your phone that you don’t see the person in front of you until it’s too late and you’re both crashing to the floor. You look up to apologize only to come face to face with someone who actually looks around your age. He doesn’t look like a tourist, no sunburn or ugly ‘tropical themed’ outfit, just jeans and a tshirt. He is odd though, his hair is pink but the roots don’t look grown out, almost as if it’s freshly dyed.

You stand to apologize, but he beats you to it, hand out to help you up and a charming smile on his face that shows off the dimple on his left cheek. He doesn’t accept your apologies, he doesn’t introduce himself, he just walks off toward the coffee shop you had just come from. You almost call out to him, but he’s already inside as you turn back to face him. You hope you’ll see him again soon, something about him left you curious.

Plot 2: you’re going to die. You’ve come to terms with it now. I mean, there’s nobody to blame but yourself anyways. Who goes voluntarily on a boat when you don’t know how to swim? You apparently. As the chilly water comes up over your head once again, filling your nose and mouth with salty despair, you’re just ready for it to be over with. Nobody knew you fell off the boat, nobody would know until they got back in the morning and sobered up. You are going to die here, alone, cold, and wishing you had just stayed home and watched your favorite television show for the thousandth time like you had originally planned.

You’re so accepting of your fate that you don’t even feel it when someone wraps an arm around your waist and begins to tug you along. Your brain is so foggy from the panic and amount of salt water that has entered your system that it’s a miracle you’ve managed to even be awake for this. The waves make it impossible to tell that you’re moving and you feel the cool touch of a rock against your back right before you lose consciousness.

You’re cold, no, it’s warm. And bright. Very bright. Bright? You sit up, gasping for air and coughing up a lung as you do so. Where are you? You take a minute to look around and study your surroundings. Rock covers nearly every surface except the small window-sized hole that you’re placed under. That’s where the sun is coming from. But how is the sun up? Last you remember it was night time and you were on the boat? Right. You had fallen off. How did you not die?

You look around for another moment. You can feel eyes on you, but you can’t find the source no matter how hard you try. You curse yourself yet again for allowing yourself to go on that little trip in the first place. All of your things are likely ruined now and your friends, if they are even awake yet, are likely freaking out. You stand up and begin to look for an escape when you hear the water become disturbed beside you. A flash of pink is all you see, but you now remember the hands that guided you to this safe place. There’s no way you got here alone.

You hear someone call your name and it snaps you out of your thoughts. Two of your friends from the boat run toward you and behind you and begin to look over you throughly before hugging you, exclaiming about how they thought you had died. Meanwhile your mind is on the thing who saved you and how you could possibly repay it.

Plot 3: come up with something new or add to/take away from the first two! You don’t have to use one of these, they are just suggestions! (I do have the right to deny any plot I dont feel comfortable with)

I do have a more sad plot in mind for this character if you don’t mind angst, just ask!

💭Inspirations: @livealittleoc-cb @oc-empire

Possible rp partners: @favegirls-ocbot @moonlit-nights-club @violettaamore @timmburrton @folklore-cb @halloween-cb @nightskysing @badbf-cb @clubwnderland @multi-joong @dragonrider-cb @hybrid-babies @redlight-cb (dm to be +/-!)

Art and photos do not belong to me!

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<<Calypso>> Yes~ I haven't met anyone away from home *smiles* Do you like it here?

Riven

Riven; Prince of the waters

6’5” with the tail, 5’5” without

Pink hair, slightly curled by the water

Fair skin without any markings

When exposed to water, he obtains a pinkish-blue tail with scales that travel up his sides and onto his arms, fins on the outsides of his ears, and iridescent markings along his skin

Blue eyes with a dark ring around the outside of the iris

Can breathe under water and grant the ability for someone else to do so for a certain amount of time with a kiss

Can live away from the water, but he gets sick if he’s out of it for too long

Higher pitched voice for a male, Australian accent. Uses a lot of slang and it’s and terms

Bubbly, a bit stuck up, bratty, flirtatious, cannot take people seriously

Plot 1: you recently lived to live near the beach. You wish you knew why, but for some reason you just felt like that was the place you needed to be when you were finally looking to move away from your family. Starting off in a new area is rough, you have no friends, no job as of now, and no idea where anything is anymore. You e found yourself getting lost on the way to the coffee shop down the street more times than you’d like to admit, but it’s just part of moving, right? Things would get better.

Things did not get better. Your rent went up, your car broke down, you still haven’t found a job. Everything is awful. Most of the people your age that you run into are just tourists. People that leave just as quickly as they arrive, leaving you with one night of good company and then nothing afterwards. You envy the people that live in the inner cities now.

You’re near ready to give up, phone in your hands with the dreaded message to your mother at the ready. You’ve already come to terms with the ‘I told you that you weren’t ready’ message that would likely follow. You’re so immersed in your phone that you don’t see the person in front of you until it’s too late and you’re both crashing to the floor. You look up to apologize only to come face to face with someone who actually looks around your age. He doesn’t look like a tourist, no sunburn or ugly ‘tropical themed’ outfit, just jeans and a tshirt. He is odd though, his hair is pink but the roots don’t look grown out, almost as if it’s freshly dyed.

You stand to apologize, but he beats you to it, hand out to help you up and a charming smile on his face that shows off the dimple on his left cheek. He doesn’t accept your apologies, he doesn’t introduce himself, he just walks off toward the coffee shop you had just come from. You almost call out to him, but he’s already inside as you turn back to face him. You hope you’ll see him again soon, something about him left you curious.

Plot 2: you’re going to die. You’ve come to terms with it now. I mean, there’s nobody to blame but yourself anyways. Who goes voluntarily on a boat when you don’t know how to swim? You apparently. As the chilly water comes up over your head once again, filling your nose and mouth with salty despair, you’re just ready for it to be over with. Nobody knew you fell off the boat, nobody would know until they got back in the morning and sobered up. You are going to die here, alone, cold, and wishing you had just stayed home and watched your favorite television show for the thousandth time like you had originally planned.

You’re so accepting of your fate that you don’t even feel it when someone wraps an arm around your waist and begins to tug you along. Your brain is so foggy from the panic and amount of salt water that has entered your system that it’s a miracle you’ve managed to even be awake for this. The waves make it impossible to tell that you’re moving and you feel the cool touch of a rock against your back right before you lose consciousness.

You’re cold, no, it’s warm. And bright. Very bright. Bright? You sit up, gasping for air and coughing up a lung as you do so. Where are you? You take a minute to look around and study your surroundings. Rock covers nearly every surface except the small window-sized hole that you’re placed under. That’s where the sun is coming from. But how is the sun up? Last you remember it was night time and you were on the boat? Right. You had fallen off. How did you not die?

You look around for another moment. You can feel eyes on you, but you can’t find the source no matter how hard you try. You curse yourself yet again for allowing yourself to go on that little trip in the first place. All of your things are likely ruined now and your friends, if they are even awake yet, are likely freaking out. You stand up and begin to look for an escape when you hear the water become disturbed beside you. A flash of pink is all you see, but you now remember the hands that guided you to this safe place. There’s no way you got here alone.

You hear someone call your name and it snaps you out of your thoughts. Two of your friends from the boat run toward you and behind you and begin to look over you throughly before hugging you, exclaiming about how they thought you had died. Meanwhile your mind is on the thing who saved you and how you could possibly repay it.

Plot 3: come up with something new or add to/take away from the first two! You don’t have to use one of these, they are just suggestions! (I do have the right to deny any plot I dont feel comfortable with)

I do have a more sad plot in mind for this character if you don’t mind angst, just ask!

💭Inspirations: @livealittleoc-cb @oc-empire

Possible rp partners: @favegirls-ocbot @moonlit-nights-club @violettaamore @timmburrton @folklore-cb @halloween-cb @nightskysing @badbf-cb @clubwnderland @multi-joong @dragonrider-cb @hybrid-babies @redlight-cb (dm to be +/-!)

Art and photos do not belong to me!

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<<Calypso>> Yessss *laughs* Its very far from where I'm used to *tilts her head* Is that why you're so... pretty?

Riven

Riven; Prince of the waters

6’5” with the tail, 5’5” without

Pink hair, slightly curled by the water

Fair skin without any markings

When exposed to water, he obtains a pinkish-blue tail with scales that travel up his sides and onto his arms, fins on the outsides of his ears, and iridescent markings along his skin

Blue eyes with a dark ring around the outside of the iris

Can breathe under water and grant the ability for someone else to do so for a certain amount of time with a kiss

Can live away from the water, but he gets sick if he’s out of it for too long

Higher pitched voice for a male, Australian accent. Uses a lot of slang and it’s and terms

Bubbly, a bit stuck up, bratty, flirtatious, cannot take people seriously

Plot 1: you recently lived to live near the beach. You wish you knew why, but for some reason you just felt like that was the place you needed to be when you were finally looking to move away from your family. Starting off in a new area is rough, you have no friends, no job as of now, and no idea where anything is anymore. You e found yourself getting lost on the way to the coffee shop down the street more times than you’d like to admit, but it’s just part of moving, right? Things would get better.

Things did not get better. Your rent went up, your car broke down, you still haven’t found a job. Everything is awful. Most of the people your age that you run into are just tourists. People that leave just as quickly as they arrive, leaving you with one night of good company and then nothing afterwards. You envy the people that live in the inner cities now.

You’re near ready to give up, phone in your hands with the dreaded message to your mother at the ready. You’ve already come to terms with the ‘I told you that you weren’t ready’ message that would likely follow. You’re so immersed in your phone that you don’t see the person in front of you until it’s too late and you’re both crashing to the floor. You look up to apologize only to come face to face with someone who actually looks around your age. He doesn’t look like a tourist, no sunburn or ugly ‘tropical themed’ outfit, just jeans and a tshirt. He is odd though, his hair is pink but the roots don’t look grown out, almost as if it’s freshly dyed.

You stand to apologize, but he beats you to it, hand out to help you up and a charming smile on his face that shows off the dimple on his left cheek. He doesn’t accept your apologies, he doesn’t introduce himself, he just walks off toward the coffee shop you had just come from. You almost call out to him, but he’s already inside as you turn back to face him. You hope you’ll see him again soon, something about him left you curious.

Plot 2: you’re going to die. You’ve come to terms with it now. I mean, there’s nobody to blame but yourself anyways. Who goes voluntarily on a boat when you don’t know how to swim? You apparently. As the chilly water comes up over your head once again, filling your nose and mouth with salty despair, you’re just ready for it to be over with. Nobody knew you fell off the boat, nobody would know until they got back in the morning and sobered up. You are going to die here, alone, cold, and wishing you had just stayed home and watched your favorite television show for the thousandth time like you had originally planned.

You’re so accepting of your fate that you don’t even feel it when someone wraps an arm around your waist and begins to tug you along. Your brain is so foggy from the panic and amount of salt water that has entered your system that it’s a miracle you’ve managed to even be awake for this. The waves make it impossible to tell that you’re moving and you feel the cool touch of a rock against your back right before you lose consciousness.

You’re cold, no, it’s warm. And bright. Very bright. Bright? You sit up, gasping for air and coughing up a lung as you do so. Where are you? You take a minute to look around and study your surroundings. Rock covers nearly every surface except the small window-sized hole that you’re placed under. That’s where the sun is coming from. But how is the sun up? Last you remember it was night time and you were on the boat? Right. You had fallen off. How did you not die?

You look around for another moment. You can feel eyes on you, but you can’t find the source no matter how hard you try. You curse yourself yet again for allowing yourself to go on that little trip in the first place. All of your things are likely ruined now and your friends, if they are even awake yet, are likely freaking out. You stand up and begin to look for an escape when you hear the water become disturbed beside you. A flash of pink is all you see, but you now remember the hands that guided you to this safe place. There’s no way you got here alone.

You hear someone call your name and it snaps you out of your thoughts. Two of your friends from the boat run toward you and behind you and begin to look over you throughly before hugging you, exclaiming about how they thought you had died. Meanwhile your mind is on the thing who saved you and how you could possibly repay it.

Plot 3: come up with something new or add to/take away from the first two! You don’t have to use one of these, they are just suggestions! (I do have the right to deny any plot I dont feel comfortable with)

I do have a more sad plot in mind for this character if you don’t mind angst, just ask!

💭Inspirations: @livealittleoc-cb @oc-empire

Possible rp partners: @favegirls-ocbot @moonlit-nights-club @violettaamore @timmburrton @folklore-cb @halloween-cb @nightskysing @badbf-cb @clubwnderland @multi-joong @dragonrider-cb @hybrid-babies @redlight-cb (dm to be +/-!)

Art and photos do not belong to me!

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<<Calypso>> Oh? Where? *laughs* Maybe I have... Maybe I haven't

Riven

Riven; Prince of the waters

6’5” with the tail, 5’5” without

Pink hair, slightly curled by the water

Fair skin without any markings

When exposed to water, he obtains a pinkish-blue tail with scales that travel up his sides and onto his arms, fins on the outsides of his ears, and iridescent markings along his skin

Blue eyes with a dark ring around the outside of the iris

Can breathe under water and grant the ability for someone else to do so for a certain amount of time with a kiss

Can live away from the water, but he gets sick if he’s out of it for too long

Higher pitched voice for a male, Australian accent. Uses a lot of slang and it’s and terms

Bubbly, a bit stuck up, bratty, flirtatious, cannot take people seriously

Plot 1: you recently lived to live near the beach. You wish you knew why, but for some reason you just felt like that was the place you needed to be when you were finally looking to move away from your family. Starting off in a new area is rough, you have no friends, no job as of now, and no idea where anything is anymore. You e found yourself getting lost on the way to the coffee shop down the street more times than you’d like to admit, but it’s just part of moving, right? Things would get better.

Things did not get better. Your rent went up, your car broke down, you still haven’t found a job. Everything is awful. Most of the people your age that you run into are just tourists. People that leave just as quickly as they arrive, leaving you with one night of good company and then nothing afterwards. You envy the people that live in the inner cities now.

You’re near ready to give up, phone in your hands with the dreaded message to your mother at the ready. You’ve already come to terms with the ‘I told you that you weren’t ready’ message that would likely follow. You’re so immersed in your phone that you don’t see the person in front of you until it’s too late and you’re both crashing to the floor. You look up to apologize only to come face to face with someone who actually looks around your age. He doesn’t look like a tourist, no sunburn or ugly ‘tropical themed’ outfit, just jeans and a tshirt. He is odd though, his hair is pink but the roots don’t look grown out, almost as if it’s freshly dyed.

You stand to apologize, but he beats you to it, hand out to help you up and a charming smile on his face that shows off the dimple on his left cheek. He doesn’t accept your apologies, he doesn’t introduce himself, he just walks off toward the coffee shop you had just come from. You almost call out to him, but he’s already inside as you turn back to face him. You hope you’ll see him again soon, something about him left you curious.

Plot 2: you’re going to die. You’ve come to terms with it now. I mean, there’s nobody to blame but yourself anyways. Who goes voluntarily on a boat when you don’t know how to swim? You apparently. As the chilly water comes up over your head once again, filling your nose and mouth with salty despair, you’re just ready for it to be over with. Nobody knew you fell off the boat, nobody would know until they got back in the morning and sobered up. You are going to die here, alone, cold, and wishing you had just stayed home and watched your favorite television show for the thousandth time like you had originally planned.

You’re so accepting of your fate that you don’t even feel it when someone wraps an arm around your waist and begins to tug you along. Your brain is so foggy from the panic and amount of salt water that has entered your system that it’s a miracle you’ve managed to even be awake for this. The waves make it impossible to tell that you’re moving and you feel the cool touch of a rock against your back right before you lose consciousness.

You’re cold, no, it’s warm. And bright. Very bright. Bright? You sit up, gasping for air and coughing up a lung as you do so. Where are you? You take a minute to look around and study your surroundings. Rock covers nearly every surface except the small window-sized hole that you’re placed under. That’s where the sun is coming from. But how is the sun up? Last you remember it was night time and you were on the boat? Right. You had fallen off. How did you not die?

You look around for another moment. You can feel eyes on you, but you can’t find the source no matter how hard you try. You curse yourself yet again for allowing yourself to go on that little trip in the first place. All of your things are likely ruined now and your friends, if they are even awake yet, are likely freaking out. You stand up and begin to look for an escape when you hear the water become disturbed beside you. A flash of pink is all you see, but you now remember the hands that guided you to this safe place. There’s no way you got here alone.

You hear someone call your name and it snaps you out of your thoughts. Two of your friends from the boat run toward you and behind you and begin to look over you throughly before hugging you, exclaiming about how they thought you had died. Meanwhile your mind is on the thing who saved you and how you could possibly repay it.

Plot 3: come up with something new or add to/take away from the first two! You don’t have to use one of these, they are just suggestions! (I do have the right to deny any plot I dont feel comfortable with)

I do have a more sad plot in mind for this character if you don’t mind angst, just ask!

💭Inspirations: @livealittleoc-cb @oc-empire

Possible rp partners: @favegirls-ocbot @moonlit-nights-club @violettaamore @timmburrton @folklore-cb @halloween-cb @nightskysing @badbf-cb @clubwnderland @multi-joong @dragonrider-cb @hybrid-babies @redlight-cb (dm to be +/-!)

Art and photos do not belong to me!

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<<Calypso>> Hello! Are you really a prince?

Riven

Riven; Prince of the waters

6’5” with the tail, 5’5” without

Pink hair, slightly curled by the water

Fair skin without any markings

When exposed to water, he obtains a pinkish-blue tail with scales that travel up his sides and onto his arms, fins on the outsides of his ears, and iridescent markings along his skin

Blue eyes with a dark ring around the outside of the iris

Can breathe under water and grant the ability for someone else to do so for a certain amount of time with a kiss

Can live away from the water, but he gets sick if he’s out of it for too long

Higher pitched voice for a male, Australian accent. Uses a lot of slang and it’s and terms

Bubbly, a bit stuck up, bratty, flirtatious, cannot take people seriously

Plot 1: you recently lived to live near the beach. You wish you knew why, but for some reason you just felt like that was the place you needed to be when you were finally looking to move away from your family. Starting off in a new area is rough, you have no friends, no job as of now, and no idea where anything is anymore. You e found yourself getting lost on the way to the coffee shop down the street more times than you’d like to admit, but it’s just part of moving, right? Things would get better.

Things did not get better. Your rent went up, your car broke down, you still haven’t found a job. Everything is awful. Most of the people your age that you run into are just tourists. People that leave just as quickly as they arrive, leaving you with one night of good company and then nothing afterwards. You envy the people that live in the inner cities now.

You’re near ready to give up, phone in your hands with the dreaded message to your mother at the ready. You’ve already come to terms with the ‘I told you that you weren’t ready’ message that would likely follow. You’re so immersed in your phone that you don’t see the person in front of you until it’s too late and you’re both crashing to the floor. You look up to apologize only to come face to face with someone who actually looks around your age. He doesn’t look like a tourist, no sunburn or ugly ‘tropical themed’ outfit, just jeans and a tshirt. He is odd though, his hair is pink but the roots don’t look grown out, almost as if it’s freshly dyed.

You stand to apologize, but he beats you to it, hand out to help you up and a charming smile on his face that shows off the dimple on his left cheek. He doesn’t accept your apologies, he doesn’t introduce himself, he just walks off toward the coffee shop you had just come from. You almost call out to him, but he’s already inside as you turn back to face him. You hope you’ll see him again soon, something about him left you curious.

Plot 2: you’re going to die. You’ve come to terms with it now. I mean, there’s nobody to blame but yourself anyways. Who goes voluntarily on a boat when you don’t know how to swim? You apparently. As the chilly water comes up over your head once again, filling your nose and mouth with salty despair, you’re just ready for it to be over with. Nobody knew you fell off the boat, nobody would know until they got back in the morning and sobered up. You are going to die here, alone, cold, and wishing you had just stayed home and watched your favorite television show for the thousandth time like you had originally planned.

You’re so accepting of your fate that you don’t even feel it when someone wraps an arm around your waist and begins to tug you along. Your brain is so foggy from the panic and amount of salt water that has entered your system that it’s a miracle you’ve managed to even be awake for this. The waves make it impossible to tell that you’re moving and you feel the cool touch of a rock against your back right before you lose consciousness.

You’re cold, no, it’s warm. And bright. Very bright. Bright? You sit up, gasping for air and coughing up a lung as you do so. Where are you? You take a minute to look around and study your surroundings. Rock covers nearly every surface except the small window-sized hole that you’re placed under. That’s where the sun is coming from. But how is the sun up? Last you remember it was night time and you were on the boat? Right. You had fallen off. How did you not die?

You look around for another moment. You can feel eyes on you, but you can’t find the source no matter how hard you try. You curse yourself yet again for allowing yourself to go on that little trip in the first place. All of your things are likely ruined now and your friends, if they are even awake yet, are likely freaking out. You stand up and begin to look for an escape when you hear the water become disturbed beside you. A flash of pink is all you see, but you now remember the hands that guided you to this safe place. There’s no way you got here alone.

You hear someone call your name and it snaps you out of your thoughts. Two of your friends from the boat run toward you and behind you and begin to look over you throughly before hugging you, exclaiming about how they thought you had died. Meanwhile your mind is on the thing who saved you and how you could possibly repay it.

Plot 3: come up with something new or add to/take away from the first two! You don’t have to use one of these, they are just suggestions! (I do have the right to deny any plot I dont feel comfortable with)

I do have a more sad plot in mind for this character if you don’t mind angst, just ask!

💭Inspirations: @livealittleoc-cb @oc-empire

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Art and photos do not belong to me!

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<<Camille>> i hope your adventure this month isn't too unpleasant *laughs* Changes like that can be

...update no.078

🍻. *stretching* So...who's looking forward to being a hybrid for thirty days?

🍾. Wait, wait...again? *he whines, unbuttoning his uniform's waistcoat* I don't want to be a squirrel again!

🍷. Tough shit mate, I don't think we have a choice *he grumbles, looking over at Seungmin's laptop* ...any luck?

🍸. *sighs, shrugging his waistcoat off* Nope. Hyunjin's been unreachable since he left and Chan hyung's still off-grid. Why do they both have to be so good at vanishing?

🍹. Makes sense though, doesn't it? *he shrugs, sipping on coffee* At least by tomorrow we know to look for a grey wolf and white ferret...

🍸. Yeah, you're right...I'd better call Minho hyung, tell him to stop searching for tonight.

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<<Camille>> I like unique better *looks around and smiles* Never seen a place like this *tilts her head to the side* You dont think I'm strange do you?

...update no.078

🍻. *stretching* So...who's looking forward to being a hybrid for thirty days?

🍾. Wait, wait...again? *he whines, unbuttoning his uniform's waistcoat* I don't want to be a squirrel again!

🍷. Tough shit mate, I don't think we have a choice *he grumbles, looking over at Seungmin's laptop* ...any luck?

🍸. *sighs, shrugging his waistcoat off* Nope. Hyunjin's been unreachable since he left and Chan hyung's still off-grid. Why do they both have to be so good at vanishing?

🍹. Makes sense though, doesn't it? *he shrugs, sipping on coffee* At least by tomorrow we know to look for a grey wolf and white ferret...

🍸. Yeah, you're right...I'd better call Minho hyung, tell him to stop searching for tonight.

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<<Camille>> so... can I ask why exactly you'll be a hybrid for 30 days? I didn't know it was an option

...update no.078

🍻. *stretching* So...who's looking forward to being a hybrid for thirty days?

🍾. Wait, wait...again? *he whines, unbuttoning his uniform's waistcoat* I don't want to be a squirrel again!

🍷. Tough shit mate, I don't think we have a choice *he grumbles, looking over at Seungmin's laptop* ...any luck?

🍸. *sighs, shrugging his waistcoat off* Nope. Hyunjin's been unreachable since he left and Chan hyung's still off-grid. Why do they both have to be so good at vanishing?

🍹. Makes sense though, doesn't it? *he shrugs, sipping on coffee* At least by tomorrow we know to look for a grey wolf and white ferret...

🍸. Yeah, you're right...I'd better call Minho hyung, tell him to stop searching for tonight.

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<<Camille>> Wicked? You don't seem so bad, darling *smiles* Just watch out for fleas. They're a real bitch

...update no.078

🍻. *stretching* So...who's looking forward to being a hybrid for thirty days?

🍾. Wait, wait...again? *he whines, unbuttoning his uniform's waistcoat* I don't want to be a squirrel again!

🍷. Tough shit mate, I don't think we have a choice *he grumbles, looking over at Seungmin's laptop* ...any luck?

🍸. *sighs, shrugging his waistcoat off* Nope. Hyunjin's been unreachable since he left and Chan hyung's still off-grid. Why do they both have to be so good at vanishing?

🍹. Makes sense though, doesn't it? *he shrugs, sipping on coffee* At least by tomorrow we know to look for a grey wolf and white ferret...

🍸. Yeah, you're right...I'd better call Minho hyung, tell him to stop searching for tonight.

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<<Camille>> Again? *laughs* Don't you boys have an exciting life

...update no.078

🍻. *stretching* So...who's looking forward to being a hybrid for thirty days?

🍾. Wait, wait...again? *he whines, unbuttoning his uniform's waistcoat* I don't want to be a squirrel again!

🍷. Tough shit mate, I don't think we have a choice *he grumbles, looking over at Seungmin's laptop* ...any luck?

🍸. *sighs, shrugging his waistcoat off* Nope. Hyunjin's been unreachable since he left and Chan hyung's still off-grid. Why do they both have to be so good at vanishing?

🍹. Makes sense though, doesn't it? *he shrugs, sipping on coffee* At least by tomorrow we know to look for a grey wolf and white ferret...

🍸. Yeah, you're right...I'd better call Minho hyung, tell him to stop searching for tonight.

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<<Calypso>> Because we belong to each other by choice... i guess... if he didn't want me then he doesn't have to come back

<<Triton>> Yeah... well I'd rather not build it that way. I would be upset if someone hurt my sister.

Emris🧭: I wasn’t planning on getting in the water today. Seems someone else had different plans.

Aristella🌊: you looked warm…

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<<Jeno>> It was... I bet if we find Camille, she has some king cake still *holds his hand out* She likes you, so she might even make something else for you.

Happy Mardi Gras

<<Camille>> This is probably my favorite season

<<Jeno>> Season?

<<Camille>> King Cake season!

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<<Calypso>> He is mine and I am his but we do not own each other *smiles*

<<Triton>> Taken? Poor girl.

Emris🧭: I wasn’t planning on getting in the water today. Seems someone else had different plans.

Aristella🌊: you looked warm…