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I really didn't want to do this because I thought my muse for Chapin would return but it seems like that isn't happening so I guess I need to drop him. You guys deserve a much more active Chapin and I can't give that to you when my muse for him is nonexistent. I wish you guys the best and I'll miss all you wonderful Kurtbastian shippers (I've never met so many omfg). Loooove you guys

ALI, NOOO. ;_; We'll miss you so much, sweetie, and if you find your muse again, please come back to us! In the meantime, though, we will miss you bunches, and everyone unfollow. :(

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Hey it's Blaine. My computer crashed when I got back so I won't be on for a bit I'm so sorry! Be back asap, it's killing me noto have a way to be online!

Thank you for letting me know, sweetie!

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ADMIN NOTES: Welcome to the RP, Dia! It's awesome to have a Colette, I'm just sorry that we just lost our Aria in time for you to show up. Hopefully you'll summon another one! Send in your account ASAP and start posting whenever you'd like!

➸ NAME, AGE, TIMEZONE.

Dia, Nineteen, I am from the East coast.

➸ HOW ACTIVE ARE YOU?

I have work sporadically, basically they only call me in if they need me, but my family has a lot of stuff going on at the moment. I try to be on as much as possible though.

➸ WHO IS YOUR CHARACTER?

Colette Pierce, 17 years of age - Intelligent, soft, loving and studious were words that could easily be associated with Colette Pierce. In classes, she was always the first finished with her homework, the one with her hand always raised, and the one who never spoke back. Teachers praised her intelligence, as well as her kind nature. At home,  her parents praised her for those things as well as her work ethic and her obedience to them. Reports would come in and Colette would have A's across the board, pleasing her parents. And all in all, that's what she wanted to do was please people. And one would think that a girl like that, who was so kind and loved would be popular and have a great deal of friends, but that wasn't the case. Unlike Aria and Brittany, she wasn't a social butterfly. She didn't know how to deal with people her own age. In fact, it was a rarity she spoke to anyone her own age. Her only friend was a girl she'd know since kindergarten, and even they stopped being friends once they turned 15.

On the morning of her 17th birthday, when she woke and saw that Aria's name was tattoo'd on her wrist, she was shocked. She looked herself for hours, staring at it and while she knew it would happen, she hadn't expected it to be who it had been. They were polar opposites. She was everything that Colette wasn't and Colette had always been slightly intimidated by her, as anyone would. But after the initial shock had worn off, she took a deep breath, and decided that it was just another thing she would deal with in her life. The fact that they were sisters, it didn't bother her really. Neither did the fact that she was a girl. It was Aria's reaction to it that hurt her. When the girl heard her sister's opinion on it, it struck her. Colette could understand her being a little shocked and upset  by it, but did she have to be so open and hurtful about it? That doesn't mean that Colette doesn't care for her sister's. In fact, she'd give everything to protect them, knowing that even as opposite as they were, they needed to have each other.

Being shipped off to Soulmate Cove, is just another journey for Colette, something to overcome.  Something she needed, in order to move on with her life. She had no intention however, of following through with the mark on her wrist. Not at all.

➸ PARA SAMPLE

RFP.

➸ ANYTHING ELSE?

RFP.

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UNFOLLOW:

outofluckhunter

sammyofevans

partywitharia

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Anyone excluded that has been slow on activity has contacted me with an acceptable excuse. If any of these players has a reason they were inactive and forgot to contact me, contact me ASAP so that we can get you back in the RP again.

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To the Americans in our RP, Happy 4th of July!!!!!! CLICK THAT READ MORE LINK. To anyone else ... happy Thursday!

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yoooooooooo, it's santana~

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ADMIN NOTES: Welcome to the RP, Adi! I love the personality you gave Santana in the bio about feeling like she has to be perfect, and you're a great writer! Send in your account ASAP and start posting whenever you'd like!

➸ NAME, AGE, TIMEZONE.

Adi, 18, EST

➸ HOW ACTIVE ARE YOU?

I'm pretty active. Some days I won't be on 'cause of life shit, but I should usually be on all day and sometimes all night. I do have some vacations planned for the summer so I'll obviously be gone for those, but other than that, everything's good.

➸ WHO IS YOUR CHARACTER?

Santana Lopez, 17 years old -- Having grown up with identical twin sisters, Santana Lopez tried her hardest to be herself for a while. When she was little, she would never take up the same hobbies as her sisters, which frustrated her parents beyond belief – it was easier to have all of their daughters in one sport or hobby rather than trying to get all of them to separate things. But Santana was hell bent on being herself; she had a shit ton of girls who had the same face as her, so she wanted to find a way to stand out. Her personality definitely accomplished separating her from her from sisters. From day one, the only word to describe Santana was bitch. Her parents had no idea how the smallest Lopez girl could have so much bite in her, and they tried to tame her moods the best they could. For a while, they managed to; Santana was only a bitch when somebody was picking on her sisters or herself.

Growing up definitely changed Santana – some would say for the worse, she herself would say for the better. She was off to the races as soon as her body blossomed into something to be proud of. Once she joined the varsity cheerleading squad as a freshman, Santana realized how high school was and what you needed to do to keep yourself alive. She lost her virginity at fourteen, due to the pressures of her ‘friends’ on the squad. Santana used her body to climb to the top and she quickly lost all self-respect for herself. She became bitchier, but at least she was making a name for herself. Santana hated that she had to make fun of other people to make herself feel better, though she always strayed away from picking on her sisters, no matter what. If she ever made her twins feel bad, Santana would never forgive herself.

The pressure to be perfect eventually took its toll on Santana – her insecurities and self-hatred had gotten so bad that she couldn’t handle it anymore. She needed to keep her body perfect, so she took some unnecessary steps to keep it that way. She exercised too often and she didn’t eat enough to be able to keep up with that, so when her parents brought her to the doctor after she fainted at a cheer competition, Santana wasn’t too surprised when she was diagnosed with anorexia nervosa. Her parents were the only ones that knew, because Santana didn’t want her sisters to think of her as anything other than strong. But the unhealthy need to be perfect didn’t stop there. Santana had gotten the mindset that she needed to punish herself if she screwed up or every time she felt like shit, and so came the habit of taking a metal blade to her skin. Nobody knew, and Santana kept it a secret because she didn’t think it was a problem. To anybody else, the girl was a complete bitch who hated everyone. But she was really just striving to be perfect.

Despite needing to be perfect, Santana hid it pretty well. She couldn't hide it from herself, but she did a damn well good job of hiding it from everybody else. She did have a sense of humor, and she oozed sex appeal like nobody's business. Santana acted confident and sarcastic as a shield to keep people out of her life. It was a simple facade by now, and sometimes Santana slipped into it without even knowing.

It never helped when her parents kept asking why she couldn’t be more like her sister, Kaidence. Whenever they said that, Santana just loathed that particular twin more and more. But she was obsessed with finding out what made her twin so great. Santana, in her mind set, managed to figure that Kaidence was skinnier than her, smarter than her, and just better than her in every way and it made Santana’s need to be perfect even more obsessive and unhealthy. The girl began hating her for being perfect to her parents and hating herself for being everything that Kaidence wasn’t.

When Santana got her tattoo, all hell broke loose inside of her head. She flipped shit, and spent the entire first night crying her eyes out because she was convinced that she was never going to be truly happy. Despite the fact that Kaidence was her sister, she knew that if she had to spend her life with the perfect girl who her parents wanted her to be more like, then Santana knew that she would always be obsessing over perfection and the approval of her parents. She would never really be happy. Santana started lashing out at her twin, trying to somehow break the bond that she knew couldn’t be broken. She thought that if there was enough hate between them, then the universe would realize that the system was fucked up. But the girl couldn’t deny the want for her twin. She was always on her mind and it was driving her insane – Kaidence being on her mind meant that she felt lonely and needy and that her strive for perfection would constantly be in the back of her mind no matter what. The system has to be screwed up somehow. It has to be.

➸ PARA SAMPLE

RFP.

➸ ANYTHING ELSE?

RFP.

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app count?

One for Santana Lopez!

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HELLO FRIENDS I AM HERE

DON'T FOLLOW. Except, you might want to. :|

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ADMIN NOTES: RENEE YOU CRAZY BITCH GO TO BED SO THAT YOU CAN WAKE UP AND LOVE ME. AND DEAR GOD YES SHE'S OPEN AND NOW I WISH I COULD PLAY TO CLARINGTONS BECAUSE WE COULD BE FREAKING CRAZY BUT I WON'T BE A NOLAN HOG UNLESS I NEED TO SIGH. ALSO IT'S LATE AND 3AM IS PARANORMAL HOUR AND SOMETHING JUST FELL IN MY KITCHEN WHEN I WALKED OUT THERE AND I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M  TALKING ABOUT THIS I'M TJUST TIRED YOU'RE ACCEPTED OKAY ACCEPTED. Welcome to the RP, Renee! Now send in your stupid account. :|

➸ NAME, AGE, TIMEZONE.

The real Slim Shady, but you can just call me Slim Shady. Or Renee. I'm 8teen (nearly 9teen wow right im old) and I live in Flo Rida (holla) meaninnnnnnnnnng EST, yo.

➸ HOW ACTIVE ARE YOU?

Okay here we go. My laptops broken for about another month, but I have the computer everyday except for Tuesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. Those days i'm here when my parents are out, and around 1-2 AM. Other then that, i'm on from morning until about 10 PM when my mom gets home. So, if I gave it a number I'd say 6.5/10

➸ WHO IS YOUR CHARACTER?

Alaska Fabray, 18. ~~ Alaska Fabray was raised to be perfect at everything. Perfect appearance, perfect grades, even her group of friends had to be under her parents standards. Somedays she got slightly annoyed at the fact that she had to act exactly how they wanted her to, but it was rewarding in the end, so she tried not to let it bother her. At the end of the day, Alaska always had everything that she wanted, and that grew to be exactly how she liked things.

Personality wise, Alaska is nothing less than sweet. Shes not overly sweet, sometimes showing her backbone if someone says something she doesn't like. She knows that things bother her too easily, but she can't help snapping at someone before she thinks about what shes doing. Sometimes she even finds herself not being able to grasp humor and lashing at someone for cracking a joke towards her. 

When it comes to love, Alaska was actually slightly looking forward to reading her tattoo. She was hoping they were smart like her, and easy to get along with. However, at midnight on her 17th, she was heavily disappointed when she read the name of the one person that annoys her the most. Todd Clarington was the one person that she could never beat. If she got a 98, he got a 100. If she won the spelling bee, he'd win the next one and the science fair. It came to the point where she felt like he was purposely trying to make her hate him, and it started to work. She would watch him be nice to other people, and then act the opposite around her, and that made her hate him even more.

After seeing the tattoo, she tried even harder to ignore Todd, and to be better than him. She pushed to get better grades, to get the teachers to like her more, but it started to become exhausting and she was worried she wouldn't be able to keep denying the feeling she got when she looked at him, or the fact that she found herself smiling when he one-uped her (yet again) in class. It wasn't soon until a plane ticket to the island was given to her. Her parents were worried about their daughters, so this was the only way. This were going to make her love him like shes supposed to, and that made her want to fight it even more. She would kick and scream if that meant she wouldn't have to love the no good, rotten, attention-stealing Todd Clarington.

➸ PARA SAMPLE

TWHY WOULD YOU USE THAT PARA SAMPLE WHY

➸ ANYTHING ELSE?

I'M NOT DELETING THIS I'M USING THIS AS BLACKMAIL IF YOU EVER SAY "I'M NOT CRAZY" AGAIN.

I LOVE YOU AND I REALLY HOPE ALASKA OPEN BECAUSE I WENT TO APPLY FOR JOSIE AND THEN I REALIZED SHE WAS TAKEN AND I HOPE THAT IF ALASKA IS OPEN THAT I DID HER JUSTICE IN HER BIO CAUSE IDK HOW TO PLAY SWEET CHARACTERS WHO ARENT FUNNY THIS IS NEW TO ME AND I HOPE I CAN SUMMON A TODD DID I MENTION THAT I LOVE YOU? OKAY BYE OH AND IF THERE IS A PASSWORD, FUCK PASSWORDS BECAUSE ITS 3 AM AND IM TIRED AS SHIT

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The role of Sawyer Smythe has been reopened, as the player deactivated their account without warning. I'll be doing a activity check tomorrow.

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Personality Traits:

Positive:

Gentleman-like.

Humorous.

Smart.

Silly.

Patient.

Negative:

Overprotective.

Stubborn.

Straightforward.

Bio:

18 -- Never let it be said that Charles Clarington never took anything seriously -- because he did. Despite what his father thought of him, and what he told those around him, Charlie had always been very responsible for his age -- just not in comparison to his brothers. And that's what his life was, for as long as he could remember -- one big comparison. If the Jones kid had a girlfriend, so did Charlie; if the Massa kid won the school science fair, Todd had to win the regional one; if the Hughes kid held the school record for bench-pressing, Hunter had to beat it; and when then Johansens were pregnant with twins, the Claringtons made sure they were pregnant with triplets. Even before Charlie born, it was all one big competition -- for the purpose of being better than everyone rather than the purpose of raising loving children.

And for a while, Charlie put up with it. He was -- brainwashed, to say the least, by his father, and he could tell his brothers were, too. They were trained (not raised, trained) into thinking that everything was perfect and hunky-dory so long as they got good grades, were respectful, and brought home a pretty blonde piece that wore skirts stretching down to their ankles. You couldn't be goofy. You couldn't be dumb. You couldn't make mistakes. You couldn't be gay. You could barely be straight. Every rule was precise, perfect, and Charlie spent years trying to squeeze in between the margins.

But he'd slowly began to come out of his shell during his preteen years, bleeding though the lines of the perfect Clarington kid; he became jitterier, jumpier, more excitable ... the doctors blamed mild ADHD, but his parents thought he was a menace. They tried frantically to push him back into the mold they had so carefully created for him and his brothers, and Charlie grudgingly obeyed his parents' requests, cowering under their scoldings. The truth was, he didn't care so much about his parents. Particularly his father. He was a cold, rash man, who wouldn't hesitate to scream in your face. His mother never directly treated him nastily, but she knew from the look of distaste in her eyes, and from her hesitance in standing up for him, that she felt the same way his father did -- she just wasn't so wordy about it.

Eventually, he exploded -- and it started with Chrissa. He met her when he had just turned sixteen, and she was the first girl that had really seen him through, had really, truly cared about him. She was beautiful, and smart, and kind to him ... but there was one catch. She was his Chemistry teacher. She'd been nothing but Mrs. Niehaus to him for about two months, before one day, Charlie had to go into her room between classes in order to pick up some work that he'd missed. He was supposed to walk home that day, but when he let that slip, she told him to stay after with her to work on a project he'd missed, and then she would give him a ride home when she left to go home herself. And it all went downhill from there. He decided that she liked her company, and vice-versa, so he started to stay after more often; if not to get help with Chemistry work (albeit, he would fake not understanding it), then just to talk, and she never complained. When he started to have feelings for her, he kept waiting for it to feel wrong, but it never did. He knew that she had a match already -- at 25, she had to. But she wasn't married, she wasn't dating -- and as far as she had told him, she lived alone. Charlie was a little baffled by this, but he never asked; he figured that maybe, it was better left unsaid. Eventually, though, she told him -- she was in the 0.1 percentile of the population -- the population of the Unmarked. The rarest of matches, they aren't given a match; they're free, in a way, to love anyone they want -- but with such a low score of them, and with nearly everyone else matched ... there's really no freedom at all. The unmatched are the loneliest in the world.

It only got more intense. A hand on the shoulder changed to a hand on the elbow, to resting on the back of her hand. Mrs. Niehaus turned to Chrissa, Charles turned to Charlie. Smiling turned to laughing turned to smirking. Touching turned to kissing. Platonism turned to romanticism. And soon, Charlie was locking the Science door on the way in. There was more than one occasion that Chrissa wanted to stop -- where she would talk about how inappropriate it was, how wrong it was, how he could get expelled and she could get fired and both of their lives would be ruined. And then, Charlie got to hoping -- maybe went he turned seventeen, it'd be her name on his wrist. Just because his name wasn't on hers -- it didn't mean anything, right? And for the six months had had left until his seventeenth birthday, Charlie grew more and more anxious. It had to be Chrissa that would be on his wrist, didn't it? She loved him, and he loved her -- with every fiber of his being, he was in love with her. They were meant to be. They had to be.

But Charlie's life wasn't a romance novel -- and for some reason, every time Charlie had a reason to be happy, the universe came and stomped it to shreds. He stayed up all night on his seventeenth birthday, having told his parents that he was hanging out with Chapin, but there he sat in Chrissa living room, a blanket fort they'd built (at first it was a joke, but now it was routine) hanging over them as the clock struck 12, and they watched the black ink slowly, so slowly, fade into and curl around Charlie's wrist. But when, after two hours, it came into focus, they saw that it wasn't Chrissa's name on his wrist. It was Josie Berry's.

Chrissa spent the rest of the night crying in her locked room, as Charlie begged her to let him in. Josie Berry. Josie fucking Berry. He had never liked the girl -- only certain sides of her, when they ended up alone in the hall or in a classroom and he would wave or smile, and she would, in some way, return it -- but then go right back to being rigid and cold towards him. She was reckless and cruel, not only to him but to everyone. It had to be a mistake. It just-- had to be.

Charlie tried for Chrissa. He tried so hard, but every time he saw Josie in the hallway or in Chrissa's Chemistry class, he would catch himself staring at his match, and not at the girl he loved. The girl he thought he loved. And it started to hurt to be with her -- he didn't say anything, never a word, but he could tell that Chrissa knew. She became distant, they stopped talking as much, and Charlie started to walk home again. And one day, he walked home into a family meeting, where he father handed him a manila folder and a plane ticket, and he was told he was going to be taken to an island -- somewhere that would make him love Josie.

When he ran to Chrissa's house, she told him to go. He pleaded with her that this wasn't a movie, they could try to make this work -- he didn't have to be dragged somewhere and fall in love with the "right" person. But he couldn't find it in him to argue anymore -- he was too tired, and she managed to convinced him to try. He knew it was breaking her heart -- it was breaking his, too. And now, he's more determined than he ever would have been to not fall in love with Josie. He has to prove to her, to Chrissa, to everyone, that he doesn't need a tattoo to find love. He doesn't have to obey it. Right?

MATCHED WITH: JOSIE BERRY

HATES JOSIE BECAUSE:

She's rude and blatantly unamused by Charlie -- which normally he wouldn't have a problem with, but she tends to rub it in his face, which he doesn't appreciate at all.

She's attention-seeking and it annoys him, because if she claims to be so cool and uncaring, she should at least attempt to stick to the act.

Because her name is on his wrist, he can't be with the one person he truly loves.

She can be sweet -- he's seen her be caring before, and it was a side of her he liked, but the next she turned right back around and was just as cruel as always.

Currently, Charlie is TAKEN.

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The player has decided to rejoin us!

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ADMIN NOTES: Welcome back. :)

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Reason: Personal.

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My God. Never start an RPH if you're adminning, it takes up ALL OF YOUR TIME. But anyway, good news is: I'M ALIVE. Bad news is: we have no apps. You RP tag lurkers should come and change that, yup.

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Here's Kaidence! Also thank you for your kind words about my rp :)

Follow, if you haven't already! And no problem, hon!