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    Your high school graduation has come and gone, but before you move on to college, you have a summer to spend. The entire year, you and a small group of other people in your class have been planning a trip to travel America.
    You will start your trip in Atlanta, Georgia at your school and visit every state in the continental U.S. throughout your summer.


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    || Mary || Lewicki || Pierce ||


    First Impressions
    Nicknames:
    Just Mary, or Pierce
    Age :
    Eighteen
    Birthdate:
    17/08/95
    Birthplace:
    New Orleans, Louisiana
    Personality :
    Mary is very reserved girl. She tends to look dysfunctional and shuffles about in her converse, she can be a little unhinged but if you insult her she gives as good as she gets, Mary is very sarcastic, is a bit of an outcast but can be great to hang out with. Mary can hold her own well and is a lot smarter than others give her credit for.
    Body Modifications:
    None


    Dig A Little Deeper
    Likes :
    Swimming
    Celtic History
    Climbing
    Dislikes :
    Wind
    Popular girls
    Cabbage
    History :
    Mary's parents were killed in a car crash by a distracted driver who had momentary cognitive blindness. She grew up with her gran after that since she was the most direct kin. There, Mary developed an interest in the occult, runes, crystals, mythology and more specifically the Celtic people of Scotland. She regularly carries a pouch of black runes with silver carvings that her gran gave her for her 14th birthday and she loves Rachel, her pet serval.
    Family:
    Gran- Audrey Stearn(52)
    Quirks:
    Mary strokes her runes when she's nervous or her emotions are excessive.
    Fears:
    Rejection
    Cognitive blindness
    Talents :
    Swimming
    Climbing
    Running
    Playing the flute
    Vices :
    Anger
    Mental episodes
    Pets:
    Tame serval named Rachel
    Relationships :
    tbd
    Secrets:
    Her parents
    Special Items:
    Her runes, her flute and her pet Serval


    Complicated Thing Called Love
    Orientation:
    Straight
    Crush:
    None
    Boyfriend/Girlfriend?:
    None
    Past Relationships:
    Nothing much


    Anything To Add?
    Other:
    None


    About The Roleplayer
    Username:
    Donna and Harvey 4ever
    Screen name:
    Markiplite<3 Has School
    Activity:
    9.5(I may be on a different time zone since I live in the UK)
    Roleplaying Level:
    Semi-Advanced
    Roleplaying Sample :
    Mary sat in her room, hunched over a spiral notebook and scribbling down the rune for youth, her room a clutter of old Doc Martens, Chucks, Walking Dead comic issues, black shirts, grey jeans and books on flora, fauna and celtic folklore. She babbled incoherently a full passage from the book that lay open beside the notebook. Mary glanced over to her door as it creaked open and Rachel trotted in proud, a full circle of ham clenched in her teeth.
    "Gran! Stop treating Rachel. She'll grow fat!" Mary yelled down the stairs, quickly returning to her book, leaning backward to let the serval onto her lap, the cold meat touched her bare skin. She hated wearing shorts but it was the only clean thing she had to go with her top. She closed over the book and sighed, collapsing onto her bed and wincing as Rachel pressed onto her stomach, reaching with her free hand to tug the cat's bony elbow from the tender flesh of her gut. Mary looked over to her coffee stained bedside table and stroked the picture of her mum and dad, smiling briefly before staring up at her light teal ceiling.


    Accepted! You need to have a male as well, but I know that the forms take a while to complete, so you can have time to do that. You can advertise or invite people if you'd like.

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    [font=georgia][color=black]|| Sydney || Boston || Radke ||


    [font=georgia][color=black]First Impressions
    [font=georgia][color=black]Nicknames:
    [font=georgia][color=black]"Syd."
    [font=georgia][color=black]Age:
    [font=georgia][color=black]"18."
    [font=georgia][color=black]Birthdate:
    [font=georgia][color=black]"April 26th, 1995."
    [font=georgia][color=black]Birthplace:
    [font=georgia][color=black]"Atlanta, Georgia."
    [font=georgia][color=black]Personality:
    [font=georgia][color=black]Sydney is a very sassy and rude girl with a heart on the inside. She often hides her real emotions behind her mask of sarcasm. Her heart has been broken and she refuses to talk about what happened, that being the reason she's so reserved about her feelings. She's lonely on the inside, waiting for an escape from the world.
    [font=georgia][color=black]Body Modifications:
    [font=georgia][color=black]"My belly button is pierced."


    Dig A Little Deeper
    Likes:
    - boys
    - chocolate
    - skateboarding
    - doodling
    - drawing
    Dislikes:
    - freaks
    - nerds
    - geeks
    - bitches
    History:
    Born into a family of three, Sydney was the youngest. Her older sister Olivia was two years old when she was born, making her a sort of role model for Sydney. Olivia was diagnosed with depression on her 12th birthday when her mother died in a car accident. Sydney was devastated along with her sister and decided to go into a state of absolutely no emotions what-so-ever. School was hard. Many times the teacher would have to take her into the hall because she wouldn't respond to anything anybody said. As things got worse, Sydney was forced to be adopted and home-schooled by a man her mother was secretly married to, for her father had stopped breathing suddenly one day and died. At seventeen years old, Olivia took her life, leaving Sydney in a state of uncontrollable depression. Not long after that, Sydney fell in love with a young boy who was also head-over-heals in love with her. They became close and started dating. Sydney was on Cloud Nine. Her and Trevor (the boy) became rebels. She spent her nights sneaking out with him to the park for hours. Two years later, at seventeen, Trevor died. It was a cold and dark day and it was pouring. School had just gotten out and Sydney took the bus home. Later that day, Trevor called her and told her to meet him at the park. Obeying, the seventeen year old went to the park in the pouring rain at 11:00pm. She waited for two hours for him. Eventually, she got a phone call from her adoptive father saying he was at the hospital with Trevor. He was driving down the road when he got a text from Sydney asking where he was. Taking out his phone, he didn't notice a car turning the corner and smashed into the front of it. He died in the hospital. After that, Sydney vowed never to fall in love again. She currently lives with Ronnie Banks and his father.
    Family:
    Susanna Joanne Radke -- mother, deceased
    Robert Patrick Radke -- father, deceased
    Olivia Carmen Radke -- sister, deceased
    Janine Derek Banks -- step father, alive
    Ronnie Bandit Banks -- step brother, alive
    Quirks:
    - twirls her hair
    -bites her lip
    Fears:
    - death
    - love
    - heights
    - needles
    Talents:
    - singing
    - guitar
    - swimming
    Vices:
    - rude
    - sassy
    Pets:
    "Akira, my ferret."

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    [font=georgia][color=black]Relationships:
    [i][font=georgia][color=black]"Uh, no friends.. no boyfriends.."
    [font=georgia][color=black]Secrets:
    [font=georgia][color=black]Her past and Trevor.
    [font=georgia][color=black]Special Items:
    [font=georgia][color=black]A necklace Trevor gave her.

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    [font=georgia][color=black]Complicated Thing Called Love
    [font=georgia][color=black]Orientation:
    "Straight."
    [font=georgia][color=black]Crush:
    "Nobody, duh."
    [font=georgia][color=black]Boyfriend/Girlfriend?:
    "Nope."
    [font=georgia][color=black]Past Relationships:
    "None of your business."


    Anything To Add?
    Other:
    Boy coming in a minute~


    About The Roleplayer
    Username:
    KittyGirl151
    Screen name:
    ❥-кιттєнgυяℓ
    Activity:
    pff 9/10 on weekdays, weekends maybe 7/10 depending on if I have anything planned.
    Roleplaying Level:
    Advanced/Semi~
    Roleplaying Sample:
    Sydney kicked her skateboard on to the ground and mounted it, pushing off with her left foot. The morning sun lit up the sky and for a moment it seemed like she wasn't in the world anymore. She lowered her head, large letters seen from her flat-back hat. 'O B E Y'. Her dark curls fell onto her shoulders as she slid down the road, headed to school. She passed a few kids, lifting her head to the sky and rubbing her hands together. The crisp morning air tickled her nose as she rolled along, ignoring all concerns and worries in her head. She really didn't need to bother with those. She arrived at the school, hopping off her board and picking it up off the ground. Adjusting her backpack on her back, Sydney strode into the large building.

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    Accepted (awesome form; can't wait to see your guy's!)


    || Cyrus || Seamus || Green ||


    First Impressions
    Nicknames:
    Cy
    Age (17-19)
    Eighteen
    Birthdate:
    05/ 03/ 95
    Birthplace:
    Ojai, California
    Personality (three sentence min.) :
    Cyrus is a very outgoing and bold guy, he isn't very sarcastic or cautious but is always up for a good time. He does well with his grades despite his rich social life, he isn't a snob or a jock. Cyrus has a very creative side and loves life, he spends his free time either hanging out or watching horror movies. He has a great sense of humor but can sometimes be very morbid.
    Body Modifications:
    None


    Dig A Little Deeper
    Likes:
    Saw movies
    Partying
    Designing
    Dislikes (at least three) :
    Rain
    Tea
    Arrogance
    History (three sentence min.) :
    Cyrus was born into a very artistic family, his dad was a concept artist and did a few local designs when the film festival for his school started up. His mom sells real estate and uses his dad's colour schemes and she's always tried to mold him into a businessman but he really wants to design storyboards for horror movies.
    Family:
    David Green- Dad
    Liza Rose Green- Mom
    Seamus Green- Grandad
    Quirks:
    He gets a lazy eye or a small twitch when he's upset or bored.
    Fears:
    Being lost
    Talents (three max) :
    Concept designing
    Persuasiveness
    He can run, and I mean run.
    Vices (two min.) :
    Morbidness
    Nail biting
    Pets:
    A Japanese Akita named Jigsaw
    Relationships (friends, enemies, etc.) :
    None
    Secrets:
    None
    Special Items:
    His sketchpad and dog


    Complicated Thing Called Love
    Orientation:
    Straight
    Crush:
    None
    Boyfriend/Girlfriend?:
    Nope
    Past Relationships:
    A couple girlfriends here and there


    Anything To Add?
    Other:
    Nope


    About The Roleplayer
    Username:
    Donna and Harvey 4ever
    Screen name:
    Markiplite<3 Has School
    Activity:
    9-10
    Roleplaying Level:
    9-10
    Roleplaying Sample (min. four sentences) :
    Cyrus winced and gritted his teeth as his fingers started to grow numb and his palm itched, his corded forearm muscles strained to hold up his lower arm and hand as he delicately let the paint trail down the painting, giving it a free trail down the canvas. He stepped back and rubbed his sore hand as his eyes hungrily inspected the painting depicting a werewolf halfway through changing, face contorted in pain as the muscles changed. A scene of eternal uncertainty. Cyrus lifted the huge palette tray onto his hand, the brush between his teeth as he picked up his water cup. Dumping out the water, Cyrus then let the paints run under the water to return them to their original colours before rubbing the brush bristles between his fingers, the water sluiced the dye down his wrist and into the sink basin. Carting the paint from the easel to his room Cyrus stood on his bed to place it over one of the many painting hooks he had lodged in his wall.

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    [font=georgia][color=black]|| Ronnie || Bandit || Banks ||


    [font=georgia][color=black]First Impressions
    [font=georgia][color=black]Nicknames:
    [font=georgia][color=black]"Ron."
    [font=georgia][color=black]Age:
    [font=georgia][color=black]"19."
    [font=georgia][color=black]Birthdate:
    [font=georgia][color=black]"January 14th, 1994."
    [font=georgia][color=black]Birthplace:
    [font=georgia][color=black]"Atlanta, Georgia."
    [font=georgia][color=black]Personality:
    [font=georgia][color=black]Ronnie is a loud and obnoxious boy with a soft heart inside. He tries his best to hide the fact that he's a sweetheart and will do anything for anybody. Ronnie can be quiet if he's not feeling the best.
    [font=georgia][color=black]Body Modifications:
    [font=georgia][color=black]None.


    Dig A Little Deeper
    Likes:
    - girls
    - starbucks
    - skateboarding
    - music
    Dislikes:
    - assholes
    - idiots
    - jerks
    History:
    Ronnie was born into a small family with only his mother. He grew up in a neighborhood where there were a lot of fights and shootings. In one shooting his mother was killed. Ronnie was devastated and sent to a home for abandoned children. He was often bullied, causing him to build a defensive wall. One day his father showed up. Taking his son to a large house, he introduced him to a beautiful lady that he'd married. At first, Ronnie was furious at his father for leaving his mother before he was born but after a while he became fond of his father and Susanna, his fathers wife. One day, Susanna died but his father didn't mind that much. Her daughter, Sydney, lived with them.
    Family:
    Roxanne Kohleah Banks -- mother, deceased
    Janine Derek Banks -- father, alive
    Susanna Joanne Radke -- step mom, deceased
    Sydney Boston Radke -- step sister, alive
    Quirks:
    - runs fingers through his hair
    - bites his lip
    Fears:
    - death
    - sickness
    - cars
    Talents:
    - skateboarding
    Vices:
    - loud
    - stupid
    Pets:
    "Bandit, my dog."

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    [font=georgia][color=black]Relationships:
    [i][font=georgia][color=black]"Nope."
    [font=georgia][color=black]Secrets:
    [font=georgia][color=black]"None."
    [font=georgia][color=black]Special Items:
    [font=georgia][color=black]"No."


    [font=georgia][color=black]Complicated Thing Called Love
    [font=georgia][color=black]Orientation:
    "Straight."
    [font=georgia][color=black]Crush:
    "Nobody."
    [font=georgia][color=black]Boyfriend/Girlfriend?:
    "Nope."
    [font=georgia][color=black]Past Relationships:
    "None of your business."


    Anything To Add?
    Other:
    Finne~


    About The Roleplayer
    Username:
    KittyGirl151
    Screen name:
    ❥-кιттєнgυяℓ
    Activity:
    pff 9/10 on weekdays, weekends maybe 7/10 depending on if I have anything planned.
    Roleplaying Level:
    Advanced/Semi~
    Roleplaying Sample:
    Sydney kicked her skateboard on to the ground and mounted it, pushing off with her left foot. The morning sun lit up the sky and for a moment it seemed like she wasn't in the world anymore. She lowered her head, large letters seen from her flat-back hat. 'O B E Y'. Her dark curls fell onto her shoulders as she slid down the road, headed to school. She passed a few kids, lifting her head to the sky and rubbing her hands together. The crisp morning air tickled her nose as she rolled along, ignoring all concerns and worries in her head. She really didn't need to bother with those. She arrived at the school, hopping off her board and picking it up off the ground. Adjusting her backpack on her back, Sydney strode into the large building.




    || Bandit || Michael || Way ||


    First Impressions
    Nicknames:
    Ban, or Mikes I guess... But please... only if you know me...
    Age (17-19) :
    18 in two months.
    Birthdate:
    August, 8th
    Birthplace:
    New Jersey. No we don't all talk funny and are obsessed with our hair. That stupid TV show...
    Personality (three sentence min.) :
    I dunno. People say I'm shy, and yeah I'm quiet... But I wouldn't say shy. I just like to listen and sometimes I'm easily intimidated. Not shy, I just don't like people very much. But hey, I can't still be fun, I'd like to think.
    Body Modifications:
    Not yet... Hopefully in the near future.... oh! well one tattoo...


    Dig A Little Deeper
    Likes (at least three) :
    Playing my bass, listening to The Misfits and Smashing Pumpkins etc.... uh. Reading comics, and drinking coffee? Oh and unicorns :3 ha inside joke with some friends...
    Dislikes (at least three) :
    Obnoxious people, lightning storms, pop music.
    History (three sentence min.) :
    Mikey grew up in New Jersey with both his parents and his older (and much louder/open brother) named Gerard. He really looks up to his brother, and wishes he was more like him. Anyways, he was bullied a lot in Highschool but his brother wasn't always there to help him so he dropped out and decided to go on this trip. He hates how disappointed his brother is in him...Also the tattoo he got he got with his girlfriend Alicia who was killed in a car crash five months previous. Mikey hates himself for it, but he was literally shaking over his biggest fear- lighting storms. Of course Alicia knew this and came speeding over as fast as she could. But it was wet and it was dark... and the car flipped over the side of the highway, crushing her on contact. He got to see her in the hospital a few moments before she died. She told him she loved him and it wasn't his fault. But he knew it was- if he hadn't been such a god damn baby she'd still be alive. The only person who saw him as he was and not just some nerd. She told him someone out there loves you... But he know that can't be true..
    Family:
    Donald (dad) Gerard (brother) Donna (mom)
    Quirks:
    Quirks? I dunno what you mean by that. I guess I'm kinda a punk nerd if that's a thing? Oh and I'm
    hopelessly addicted to coffee.
    Fears:
    Lightning storms and needles. Oh and large bodies of water..
    Talents (three max) :
    Uh bass playing I guess?
    Vices (two min.) :
    What is this? Like guilty pleasures? Uh coffee, coke zero and.. something interesting Hm... god I dunno what you mean by vice. It seems like I can only think of food..
    Pets:
    A black kitty named Bunny (it was Alicia's) and a boa named Sparkles.
    Relationships (friends, enemies, etc.) :
    Deceased girlfriend Alicia, enemies? Most kids in school... my brothers my best friend.
    Secrets:
    If I told you it wouldn't be a secret, huh?
    Special Items:
    Huh? This is hard... Uh. My stuffed unicorn my grandma Elena game me when I was little? Yeah I still have it, got a problem?


    Complicated Thing Called Love
    Orientation:
    Pansexual. It's like Bi but you don't like a girl because she's a girl or a guy because he's a guy. I fall in love with the personality. Sappy as shit right?
    Crush:
    Nah.. to soon. </3
    Boyfriend/Girlfriend?:
    ...
    Past Relationships:
    Ouch.


    Anything To Add?
    Other:
    Oh god was there something to put here if we read all the rules? If so I forgot haha.


    About The Roleplayer
    Username:
    Mouikeyfuckinway
    Screen name:
    Isn't it the same? Mikey.
    Activity:
    18/7
    Roleplaying Level:
    Advanced I'd like to think. When I want it to be.
    Roleplaying Sample (min. four sentences) :
    All there ever was, is darkness. Seeping into my head and pulling taunt to my thoughts spilled over in a hemorrhage. It hurts but it's the only way I know I'm still here. That I can still flex my muscles and feel blood pumping through my arteries. It hurts. I've never felt so empty before, and I'm going insane trying to discover exactly how I can feel completely empty when so much is coursing through my very being, driving my anxiety off the wall and I'm still bleeding... Still pulling taunt...





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    || First Name || Middle Name || Last Name ||


    First Impressions
    Nicknames:

    Age (17-19) :
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    Birthdate:

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    Personality (three sentence min.) :

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    Likes (at least three) :

    Dislikes (at least three) :

    History (three sentence min.) :

    Family:

    Quirks:

    Fears:

    Talents (three max) :

    Vices (two min.) :

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    Relationships (friends, enemies, etc.) :

    Secrets:

    Special Items:


    Complicated Thing Called Love
    Orientation:

    Crush:

    Boyfriend/Girlfriend?:

    Past Relationships:


    Anything To Add?
    Other:


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    Username:

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    Activity:

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    Roleplaying Sample (min. four sentences) :


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    Accepted.


    Also, when one or two of the people finish their forms, I'll start working on the roleplay form.


    And your male is accepted.

    Mikpet14 wrote:


    Sorry ^^ I will finish it tomorrow after school. Feel free to start the RP without me.


    Take your time! I think I'll be getting the RP up tomorrow unless I go to the school play...


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    To teach us how to fly
    Together we cry, we cry


    Accepted. I'll try to get the form up by the end of today, but I'm going to be going to Indiana right after school and I'm supposed to be on a media fast...


    There comes a time where every bird has to fly
    At some point every rose has to die

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    || Morana || Orchid || Resteire ||


    First Impressions
    Nicknames:
    Orchid
    Age (17-19) :
    18
    Birthdate:
    10/21
    Birthplace:
    Ireland
    Personality (three sentence min.) :
    Morana is fierce and somewhat controlling. Her heart belongs to the wanderlust though, and she's quite the spitfire. Due to her Irish blood she is easily angered and doesn't take anyone's shit but her heart is full of joy at the prospect of traveling and she's quite excited for the trip.
    Body Modifications:


    Dig A Little Deeper
    Likes (at least three) :
    Lemons
    Bravery
    Kisses
    Dislikes (at least three) :
    Spitting
    Liars
    Wimps
    History (three sentence min.) :
    Morana and her father left her mother and brother when she was 15 and they moved to Wales together. Since then she's never been without her dad but now she is and she's quite terrified about it.
    Family:
    Linkin Resteire - Father
    Danielle Resteire - Mother
    Tyrance Resteire - Brother
    Quirks:
    She tends to punch things when she's angry.
    Fears:
    She's afraid of the dark...and fire.
    Talents (three max) :
    Boxing
    Dance
    Vices (two min.) :
    Finger Tapping
    Pacing
    Pets:

    Relationships (friends, enemies, etc.) :
    N/A
    Secrets:
    She has cancer.
    Special Items:
    [img width=510 height=382]http://upload.wikimedia.org/wi…ons/f/ff/Pointe_shoes.jpg[/img]
    Her point shoes given to her by her mother.


    Complicated Thing Called Love
    Orientation:
    Bisexual
    Crush:
    Cyrus
    Boyfriend/Girlfriend?:
    Nope
    Past Relationships:
    She strayed away from relationships and focused on spending time with her dad.


    Anything To Add?
    Other:
    She may die towards the end of the summer


    About The Roleplayer
    Username:
    SemeriaDelta
    Screen name:
    Einin
    Activity:
    9/10
    Roleplaying Level:
    9-10
    Roleplaying Sample (min. four sentences) :
    The room was dark and dismal, the air around her? Damp, rusted even. The cold cracked in the air around her, her shallow breaths and the sound of fists against leather filled the room. She had only been working for ten minutes and already she was tired...it was getting worse. With the last bit of her strength she threw another side punch and collapsed against the cold floor, delving into deep long breaths. "You're okay, you're okay," she whispered to herself, but she wasn't okay. Rolling over, she choked, and as she glanced upon the floor, saw the blood that had sprayed from her mouth. She groaned before standing up and walking over to the sink to rinse out her mouth. Looking up into the mirror she saw her frayed eyes and growled before punching the glass and causing it to shatter. "Beautiful baby, you're beautiful," she cooed to herself as her knuckles bleed. That kind of bleeding she could handle. It was the internal conflict that had her on edge. Grabbing a towel she walked back over to the blood-stained floor and began to scrub. The tears that rolled down her cheeks were not a sign of weakness; but of strength.

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