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  • imaginary.. isn't supposed to hurt...


    people say that you're supposed to grow up after a certain age. you're supposed to become mature, lose the imaginary friends, the stupid attitudes, and the idea that slacking off was okay. The age decide for this was 17. At seventeen, you can play mature video games, see rates R movies by yourself. People expect you to stop being so childish. At that age, when you claim to have imaginary friends, that is a crazy idea. But when you say they're trying to kill you..? Thats even crazier.
    when this group of teens is drawn together by the same curse they share, they become very close and supportive of each other. They all have been plagued with the never ending nightmare of a deathly imaginary friends. These imaginary friends are formed out of the dreams of those with troubled pasts. Sadly, these teens we are dealing with are incapable of getting rid of these monster, who physically beat them, steal their dreams, and begin to turn them insane.


    and the worse part, nobody believes them. They cant get the help they so badly need, so they turn to each other for it. They are unsure of how long they will last. Especially since these creatures wanted blood, and that's all. They wanted these children dead, simple as that. Now, would the darkness over power them, or will their friendship be too strong for the evil demons, glued to their shadows, to handle?


    ooc
    --please be advanced. this is one of the biggest things I worry about. 5-7 sentences each post isn't too much to ask right?
    --be active. thats another good thing. dont kiss and diss. dont join a thread to just never role play.
    --if you feel left out, teased, or bullied, dont make your character a drama wh-re, just pm me and I'll fix it.
    --if you have an issue with anyone, please please please do not fight here. Hell, dont fight at all. Pm me if you have an issue with someone.
    --dont be an attention wh-re. Its annoying as all hell.
    --if you have any plots, let me know and approve of them before carrying them out.
    --have fun!!! dont be one of those people who stands in the back to get overyone to come to them, talk to someone yourself!!
    --try not to power play.
    --keep the romance on a down low. Its allowed, but dont make the thread all about that.
    --please do as I ask. Dont argue with me, it will only result in you getting banned. I want this thread to be fruitful and last a long time, therefore I may ask for you to do some stuff you might not like, but it won't be that bad I promise.
    --I'm really nice!! I dont bite, talk to me if you have any questions, concerns, or plot ideas.
    --HAVE FUNNNN!!!! this is the biggest thing about my threads and why I have all these rules. People tend to do these things I've asked you not to do, therefore making the thread boring and causing people to drop it without saying anything, and then the thread dies. I dont want that!!
    --if you're going to drop the thread, let me know before doing so.
    --somewhere in your form, I dont care where, in red color, put "I WILL DESTROY THE DARKNESS!!!"
    --I will not require everyone to play two characters. BUT, if too many people decide to make female characters, I will restrict that gender until it is made even with the number of males.
    --all characters in this thread must be seventeen!!!!! No younger, no older!
    --you must use a face claim.


    characters --
    -- ryan felicity teagan xx female
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    imaginary friends --
    **lucifer xx ryan teagan xx male


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    [font=timesnewroman]form -- credit to captain for the amazing form!! --

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  • [align=left][size=16pt][font=georgia]we're losing our minds
    [align=right][color=black][size=16pt][font=georgia]running out of time
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    [font=georgia][color=black]❝ the world will never, ever be the same
    and you're to blame ! ❞


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px][hr][hr][justify][sub][color=black]NAME
    ".. Why do you ask?"


    Delilah Marshall Finnigan.
    NICKNAME(S)
    Marsh, Finn, Deli < (lol)


    GENDER
    "I.. I'm a girl."
    Female.


    AGE
    "I'm seventeen years old."
    17.


    TURNED OR PURE?
    "I.. I don't know; but they are after me."
    Pure.
    GENERAL APPEARANCE
    Her hair is a light auburn shade, her eyes following with a blazing, sharp scarlet-hazel hue. Delilah's skin is a nervous milky pale, her features thin.


    HAIR COLOR
    Light auburn.


    EYE COLOR
    Reddish hazel.


    HEIGHT/WEIGHT
    5'11, tall. 175(?), thin.
    Thane isn't good with weights, aha.


    BODY MODIFICATIONS
    None.
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    [align=left][color=white][size=16pt][font=georgia]gotta find a way out
    [align=right][color=black][size=16pt][font=georgia]but we have to fight
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px][hr][hr][justify][color=black][sub]DEFINING TRAITS → Nervous, strict, paranoid, distracted.


    PERSONALITY
    It would be typical to hear a stutter or see her uncomfortably rubbing her arm, a sense of discomfort auraing her as she awkwardly apologizes and carries along her way. Why does this happen? Well, if you had what she called a 'Shadow Stalker' out to get you, you'd probably whisk through a crowd, too.


    Delilah gets a plentiful supply of stares when in public or in a group conversation, mainly because it's so difficult to pay attention for the gal. She's always checking for any suspicions, having trouble listening in on the situation when she's mostly concentrated on not being found. People always see her as suspicious because of how she shifts and stirs and is so paranoid about things she feels nobody else could understand. Who would be able to get such a situation? Nobody, that's who. She's all alone in this world, she feels, but she'd rather be misunderstood than surrounded by unsupportive friends.


    Despite this, it's usual she'd be looking for a crowd, only to rush past the clump. Large spaces and small spaces alike make her nervous, given her scenario, and if ever forced into any, she'd sharply refuse. In fact, Delilah would get a little sharp with being made fun of. It's hard to mess around or joke with her if the Shadow Stalker is even almost involved


    Delilah sees her spirit/imaginary stalker thing as an abusive best friend. You know, the kind you want to avoid but not lose. The one you'd stand up for just because you didn't want to get sh't about it later. The one you'd be afraid to make a mistake around because you don't want to get hurt.


    Anyway, personality will be developed further.
    FLAWS
    See defining traits.


    STRENGTHS
    Delilah is very quick on her feet, and light at that. Her swimming skills are far from rusty, and, for the young adult, persuasion or lying isn't foreign tongue.


    THEME SONGS
    Apres Moi - Regina Spektor


    IMAGINARY FRIEND'S NAME
    Scream


    IMAGINARY FRIEND'S APPEARANCE → See Other Images.
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    [align=left][color=white][size=16pt][font=georgia]peace doesn't come easy
    [align=right][color=black][size=16pt][font=georgia]first there must be war
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px][hr][hr][justify][color=black][sub]SEXUALITY
    Bicurious.


    TURN ONS
    Understanding
    Comfort
    Accents (xD)
    Etc. etc.


    TURN OFFS
    Jokes (about imaginary friends)
    Lies about understanding
    Being called crazy
    Etc. etc.
    LOVE INTEREST
    None.
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    [align=left][color=white][size=16pt][font=georgia]we don't know
    [align=right][color=black][size=16pt][font=georgia]which way to go
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px][hr][hr][justify][color=black][sub]YOUR NICKNAME(S) → answer here


    MUSE LEVEL
    6/10, usually.


    ACTIVITY LEVEL
    I'm on 9/10, I post little, though.
    Will be mostly active on this thread.


    FACECLAIM
    Olivia Wilde


    OTHER
    Not here..


    ROLE PLAY SAMPLEShe was six years old.


    "Oh, what a pretty cup, I can put p-pun.. Tea in it, if you want." Delilah cooed, her center finger and pointer finger pressed together and curled carefully around the handle of the kettle. Her hands were unsteady, just gently wobbling, the top of the tea kettle clicking it's pristine texture against it, the unfitting lid swiveling about as Delilah dipped the tea kettle forward.


    Tipping it toward the chalice, allowing a scarlet liquid to spill out into the wine glass, Delilah silently swore to herself she would put it right back where it went later. She didn't want to get beaten again, but she really needed a teacup, and daddy wouldn't but her one. They were for little girls. She was a little rat. An addition to the garbage; a burden.


    Asking mommy would be a death sentence. Delilah would be given a dark handprint across her delicate face (again), and she didn't want that. Daddy just screamed at her; mom hit her. "Delilah!" The girl heard the furious scream, gaze darting up to the clawed door of her room. Delilah remembered when she got in a lot of trouble for the practically shredded transport, her profuse claims of her imaginary friend doing it to no avail.


    "Get your 'ss down here, now!"


    A shudder rumbled through her spin, and she lifted herself from the dirty floors of her room, carefully making her way to the door. Hand gripping the frosty knob, she turned it. Delilah's bare feet carried her to the top stair, and she gazed down, inhaling a deep breath. For a moment, she waited. No; she pondered. How much would it hurt this time? Surely it was another blame for something that happened a daddy's work, a punishment carried out by mommy. This happened daily. Daddy didn't get his paycheck that day, and Delilah was draining their money with having to be bought food, and was, therefore, punished. Again. And again.


    The day her father was given his paycheck was the lovely day her tea party wasn't interrupted. The day she was, possibly, given that pleasant extra slice of an orange, and then punished for accepting the offer the next day. Sometimes, she'd feel like talking back, a spark sizzling in the pits of her stomach at some moments, and she'd feel that little spark begin to crackle. Flames would fly everywhere, the ashes dissolving into her inner flesh, the still burning trickles of fire decomposing and carving little holes inside of her. And when those holes would meet in one thick circle, and a hand would go flying toward her cheek, Delilah would--


    "Delilah Marshall Finnigan, I said get your little 'ss down here [b]now![i]"


    Quickly, she lifted a foot, moving it down to the second to top step before--


    MMPH![i]


    The pressure applied to her back was no mistake, and a loud thud sounded, Delilah's six year old form colliding with the set of stairs. First, her knee was smothered against the wooden, creaky stair, before her forehead dropped and slammed against another. Eventually, she landed on her side, a sharp ringing bustling through her body, slithering through her bones, pain circulating through her veins.


    / sorry this was so crappy. basically, this took place when she was six years old, she was having a tea party, her mom called her down, and she was pushed down the stairs by-- guess who?-- scream.
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    [align=left][color=white][size=16pt][font=georgia]where is our purity?
    [align=right][color=black][size=16pt][font=georgia]we shall battle


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    so close dear!! All characters must be seventeen, its in the rules dearie cx other than that, amazing form :D thanks for signing up, once thats fixed, accepted. Can I get the link to the pic of your imaginary friend as well?
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    okay, thank you! I'll update the whole first post once a few more peebles join c:
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  • Finished!

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    we should totes mai goats have a romance plot with Caleb and Ryan cx
    and alright, I spot is reserved c:




    once three more forms are completed, ill updated the first post, and we can start the role play c:




    BUMPERS CX
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    But, yeah, if we did, Caleb will be like "I'm around Ryan. *Happy mode activated.*" c8




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