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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: Life is Perfection [Teenage Roleplay][OPEN AND ACCEPTING]
« on: July 04, 2014, 11:29:23 pm »

Larissa White


Rissa was already about to give up the hope of finding her way inside when Tamzen called her over to where she was still talking to the boy in the car. She gladly walked over, curious to see who Tam was talking to. She had just entered earshot when she heard him introduce himself as "William." Lars leant against the hood of the car, and craned her neck around the side to peer into the window to see him. "Oh, hey stranger," Lars broke into a wide smile. "Call me Lars."

"Oh look, it's our lovely Tam," a sneering voice came from a car pulling in the parking spot just next to them, making Lars freeze in her tracks. It was no secret Lars was friends -- or at least on good terms with -- pretty much everyone in the school. And that did include the girls who were currently in the middle of hating Tamzen's guts. She knew exactly who the voice had come from, but she couldn't make the witty remark that Tam had. Nor could she dislike Tam. Her relationships always ended up complicated. "Rissa, what're you doing here? Come on, let's get inside. I have a lacrosse stick you can use to beat the camera monkeys up with."

Lars was rubbing the back of her neck, torn between whether to listen to them or stay there with Tam and Will. The option of staying silent wasn't very appealing, so instead she spoke quietly, "I'll see you guys at lunch." Then she turned her back to them and faced Will's car, hoping somewhere in the back of her mind that they would leave without saying anything. She only heard an annoyed huff, but it was pretty clear that she wasn't going to sit near them in any of her classes today.

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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: Life is Perfection [Teenage Roleplay][OPEN AND ACCEPTING]
« on: July 03, 2014, 11:43:44 pm »

Larissa White


At approximately 6.52 a.m., Larissa White was dressed in black skinny jeans with a belt and a plain gray t-shirt. Navy blue Converses awaited her by the bedroom door with her suitcase. Lars, however, was half-asleep and lying on top of her unmade bed despite her current appearance. Her father, who'd left to go to work two hours earlier had woken her up in his blind stumbling through the house so she had gotten dressed and already eaten breakfast. And then she'd fallen back asleep.

The familiar buzzing of her alarm (put on snooze five times by now) made her groan and attempt to press the snooze button once more. Unfortunately for her, her hand coordination wasn't the best in the morning and she ended up slamming her hand against the side of the bedside table.

"Rissa! Hurry up and come downstairs!" Her mother's voice was the thing that finally snapped her awake from the sweet lull of sleep. Larissa fell ungracefully out of bed and took a good five minutes trying to tie her shoes before giving up and letting the white-colored laces dangle from the sides as she rolled her suitcase down two flights of stairs. The kitchen was bustling, even this early in the morning. The White family, even if there were only three of them, were always busy. Her mother was barking out commands to their three assistants (each for a different aspect of their lives) and didn't even look up when Lars entered the kitchen and picked up the keys to one of their cars. "Larissa leaves at 7.00 to head to school. I have a meeting at 7.45 with that famous business guy what's-his-name. Someone needs to call John at 9 to confirm his doctors' appointment..."

"I'm taking the Porsche!" Lars called over her shoulder as she left and headed out back to the garage, picking up a denim jacket off the coat rack on the way. Three assistants, two sports cars, one driver, two housekeepers, and not to mention the big-ass mansion they lived in. Her family was loaded whether she liked to admit it or not.

Lars threw her suitcase into the passenger's seat and hopped in on the driver's side and finally tied her shoelaces. A wild gleam filled her eyes when the garage door opened. She switched it to reverse and slammed on the gas, sending the car flying backwards, down the long driveway and into the street. Not many people drove on their street, so she usually had no worries about crashing into another car. She sped out onto the highway, hair flying. Lars loved driving the Porsche. It was the only way of truly getting out of that house.

An hour later, she was pulling into the school parking lot. She received a few stares from passing students, but paid no attention as she pulled her suitcase out of the car and pressed the lock button on the keys. Almost immediately, she spotted Tamzen talking to some guy in a car. She waved, "Hey, Tam!" Unlike a lot of the girls she was friends with, Lars wasn't in the middle of hating Tamzen's guts. She started to approach the front doors of the school, only to pause mid-step with annoyance. Who let the camera monkeys out of their cages, Rissa thought dully, looking for another way to get into the building. The last encounter with paparrazi had ended with her smashing down a camera with a lacrosse stick in the middle of a McDonalds parking lot.

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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: Life is Perfection [Teenage Roleplay][OPEN AND ACCEPTING]
« on: July 02, 2014, 09:01:27 pm »
(( @Sherlolly, I finished my application except for the History, but since that part was optional, I'm not sure if you want me to finish it first or not. It'll be done soon either way. ))

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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: Life is Perfection [Teenage Roleplay][OPEN AND ACCEPTING]
« on: July 01, 2014, 04:58:02 am »

Larissa Grace White
"Hearts are wild creatures
That's why ribs are cages."

Aliases: 'Rissa' or 'Lars' is often what she's called
Age: 17 Years Old
Gender: Female
Faceclaim: Freya Mavor
Sexuality: Straight

Personality:
| Loyal | Friendly | Optimistic | Sneaky | Light-hearted |
Given the nature of her background, Lars tries to be as thankful for anything as possible. She doesn't believe in second chances all the time, but she does believe that you need to let things go. She's friendly to mostly anybody she passes (save a few) and tends not to take sides. Kind words aren't really her strong suit and she usually just tries to cheer them up with jokes and by humiliating herself. She isn't one of the perfect students, however, and has gotten her fair share of punishments. Any unwelcomed comments are simply brushed off and forgotten.

Habits:
? Playing the guitar
? Biting her cheek, which often leads to some bleeding
? Drinking
Likes:
? Volleyball & Lacrosse
? Buttered Popcorn
? Photography
Dislikes:
? Enclosed/Small Spaces
? Spiders
? Mushrooms, Tomatoes, and Olives

History:
Adoptive Father - Jonathan White [51]
Adoptive Mother - Marlena White [48]
Biological Parents - Unknown
Adoptive Brother - Darrel White [21]

Larissa was given to an orphanage only a few days after she was born. Her biological parents, supposedly, didn't want to take care of a child and left her in the hands of the foster care system. She was one of the lucky ones who escaped when she was four when the White family adopted her. She got along well with their son who was three years older than she was. Lars grew up into the wealthy family with only few misfortunes.
When her brother, Darry, graduated high-school he joined the Air Force without telling their parents, leading to a rather violent argument that ended with him storming out with his stuff. Larissa, having been in on the plan since the beginning, usually sees him every time he's off-duty and stays in touch. Her mother and father never even mention his name anymore.


Locker: Her locker is decorated with an assortment of posters, random doodles, pictures, and a small mirror.
Phone: She has a blue Nokia Lumia 920
Friends: She has friends all over the school and doesn't hang out with one specific group
Enemies: Lars doesn't have many enemies, as she tries to be nice to everyone she comes across, unless the person gives a good reason for her to dislike them
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Currently Single
Crush: Currently None

Extra: Expanding on her dislikes of spiders and small spaces, she has both arachnophobia and claustrophobia. Also, her laugh is a weird sort of sound like a high-pitched squeal, which she absolutely hates.


All Pictures (c) To Their Rightful Owners

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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: S E C T O R 2 4 [HUMAN] [LIT] [OPEN]
« on: November 09, 2013, 02:53:01 pm »

Sydney had been listening quietly to the other's points, glad to see that both Janine and Kaiden agreed with her. When Kaiden's arm gently shook her, she shoved all pity and emotion down into her kidneys and perked up and let out a long breath. "The other thing is, if we go right now, we'll probably run into the guards coming to pick me up for my sessions." She winced. "And they're really not too friendly. There'd be like four or five of them this time..." The pyro rubbed the back of her neck apologetically.

"Besides, even if we get past the guards, the actual doors in our way are something different altogether. By the time we actually get to the main gate, if we even get there, there's no way we can get through..." Her voice trailed off, thinking hard. "Scratch that, maybe Kaiden can if he's not too weak, but no one else could." Unaware of what she was doing as she was deep in thought, flames bloomed in the palm of her opened hand and danced around, shifting into different animals at a time.

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Animal & Non Human Roleplays / Re: Re: Eighty-Six [Open][Apply]
« on: November 07, 2013, 09:52:25 pm »

Bandit only gave a slight nod at the female's greeting. "Bandit." His left eye whirled and focused in on a some members of the other group, but he was barely paying any attention. Listal, Cynder, Panzer... The male counted silently in his head, listing off the names to see who was left. The last dog to arrive, a Wolamute by the looks of it, was, Bandit guessed, Salaki.

He sized up his group-mates and rolled his shoulders and leaned back onto his haunches, awaiting for the patrols to head out and half-listening to any conversation the dogs around him began. His ears were constantly flicking back and forth, honing in on the little details of the sounds echoing around him. Always staying alert was one of the key survival points in the Organization. One minute you might be sneaking a bite, the next you might be on the floor bleeding to death with a bite mark on your neck. Bandit had been there long enough to know what went on. He could sight flaws and he could find strengths. He glanced at his group-mates once again.

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Animal & Non Human Roleplays / Re: Re: Eighty-Six [Open][Apply]
« on: November 06, 2013, 09:56:39 pm »

Bandit's shadow looked distorted in the morning light. His right eye's gaze was still locked onto the group of dogs who'd assembled around the original white almost-wolf and the other was spinning wildly in it's socket letting him only get glimpses of things. To a normal dog, this would probably make them dizzy enough to vomit up their breakfast, but Bandit had gotten used to it. He rarely threw up anymore.

Just as the male had finally made his decision to go see what the commotion was, the Alpha Mechs had turned their rotten heartless faces up. He listened in a bored manner, one ear flicked forward and the other backwards, his eyelids drooping. The only point the Mechs made that had interested Bandit enough to perk up was the patrol listing. As his name was called with five others that was when his attention was taken. Almost at once there was a metal nose prodding at his side quite hard--more than enough to get the skinny dog to his feet. He bit back the urge to snap as that would truly only result in his teeth cracking on the shiny metal surface. He was herded over closer to the cluster of dogs he'd been eyeing earlier. He received a sharp bite to the tail when he stumbled on a small dirt mound.

Two female dogs were there already. There was Cynder, who, as Bandit recalled, shared his room with him, and also another who Bandit wasn't sure of. He'd seen her around but he hadn't interacted with her much as he remembered. When the Mech pushing him left to join his fellow machinery-made comrades, Bandit rolled his shoulders and looked to the two females, "You two are both in group two, right?" He glared at the Mechs as they all strolled out with the rest of the dogs who hadn't been chosen and due to the fact his left eye seemed to be working as he wanted it to again, he was able to do it without looking too strange.

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Animal & Non Human Roleplays / Re: Re: Eighty-Six [Open][Apply]
« on: November 05, 2013, 12:21:03 am »

Four blank walls. It was really quite boring, if you asked Bandit. He was already awake before the doors had opened. He'd been prancing around the room as quietly as possible, jumping over the other dogs inside and being as careful as possible so there wouldn't be a rude awakening. His mechanical left eye fixated on the door multiple times, zooming in on the tiniest details of the frame and focusing in on the surprising dirt smudge that had somehow managed to work its way into the generally sterile room.

The other three dogs in the room he'd already met. Sort of. Of course on all the occasions of their 'meetings', Bandit was hiding while they were all talking to someone else...So, really, he knew a lot about them, but they probably didn't even know his name.

Bandit was the first dog outside as soon as the door slid open to reveal the refreshing air. He bounded outside, ignoring the bland pellets for food in the metal bowls. He was happy for an excuse to stretch his limbs once again. The yard filled up quite quickly but he kept away from them mostly, dodging any conversations few others wanted to start. He eyed everyone curiously, laying in the shade of the building and observing. His different eyes flickered over everything in the outside world that he could see. A few scuffles broke out among dogs, including the white wolf-hybrid that shared his room: Kystine. She was an interesting case - she was nowhere near helpless. Anyone who has gone on a patrol with her can see that. Bandit's thinking was interrupted by some other dog coming over and attempting to start a conversation, but after ignoring him for a while, the other unnamed dog got the gist and wandered away.

(( Sorry, that took a while. ))

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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: S E C T O R 2 4 [HUMAN] [LIT] [OPEN]
« on: November 04, 2013, 02:13:27 am »

The second the door burst open, Sydney was out and tumbling into a cartwheel. She had to bite her lip quite hard to not be shouting for joy, as that wouldn't be wise considering they were out and about 'illegally'. She grinned at the others who were already out. "I'll love you forever, Kai!" She bounced around the room as quietly as possible, happily stretching her limbs out from her week-long imprisoning.

Sydney started to listen to the others as she returned to where they were all more closely huddled. It was not long before the two most dreaded words, yet also the most hopeful words were said. Bust out? Is that what she really just said. Sydney was tempted to say 'HAHAHA HOW ABOUT NO?' but restrained herself quickly. The last attempt she'd made to escape had been about eight years ago, and what happened? Someone got killed and she found herself back in her cell.

Sydney gave a jerky movement and put her hands up in a T-shape. "Hold up, time-out. Bust out of the Sector? As much as I'd love to burn down this place, I'm pretty sure it'd be suicide." She glanced nervously around her and looked to the ground. It wasn't her nature to a) agree with someone or b) be nervous. But she definitely was. Sydney didn't want another death. Although she didn't exactly want to rot away in a cell for the rest of her damned life.

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Animal & Non Human Roleplays / Re: Re: Eighty-Six [Open][Apply]
« on: November 04, 2013, 01:51:56 am »

Name: Bandit

Gender: Male

Age: 4 Years Old

Species: Blue Heeler Mutt / Hudson Bay Wolf Cross (Excluding mechanical parts)

Percent of dog: 85%

Percent of wolf: 10%

Percent of mechanical parts: 5%

Detailed description of their:
Appearance - Bandit is a nearly all mechanic-free canine. He has a skinny and light-weight stature, coming in handy for running and being able to dodge quicker during a fight. His fur is mixed with colors; it varies from golden-brown to black. His only mechanical part is his left eye. The original pair of chocolate brown eyes was ruined in a gruesome fight during one of his patrols. His left eye had been lost, and even though he still had the slightest traces of wolf blood, the Organization chose to give him a mechanical eye which Bandit finds as an improvement, as it is able to see further and sharper. The Organization also, for reasons only one can guess at, made the eye look quite realistic. Due to the discoloring of the new left eye, his eyes are now mismatched in color - the mechanical one being icy blue and the old one still being brown.
Personality - Bandit has never been the leading type, nor does he want to be. He considers himself more like a jester: servant to the king and queen. He tries to make the best of the situation generally or crack a joke here and there, but his sarcasm isn't always appreciated, especially if a Mech just happens to be around. Like some of the other normal dogs, he also would like to take a dump on the whole Organization and escape, but thanks to a friend being slaughtered trying to escape, he generally keeps this to himself although whenever possible, he's always up for some Organization-bashing.

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