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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; font-size: 16pt; text-align: center; color: black; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; margin-bottom: -20px;][i]INTRODUCTION[/fancypost]
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    Hey girl, open the walls, play with your dolls
    We'll be a perfect family.
    When you walk away, it's when we really play
    You don't hear me when I say,
    Mom, please wake up.
    Dad's with a slut, and your son is smoking cannabis.


    No one ever listens, this wallpaper glistens
    Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen.


    Places, places, get in your places
    Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.
    Everyone thinks that we're perfect
    Please don't let them look through the curtains.


    Picture, picture, smile for the picture
    Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?
    Everyone thinks that we're perfect
    Please don't let them look through the curtains.


    D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
    I see things that nobody else sees.
    (D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
    I see things that nobody else sees)

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    Another pinch of a needle, another beep of a heart monitor, and the realization of home settled in. This place. This simple place with blank walls and clean floors and noisy corridors, was now home. And yet you're still back in the past. Back when things were normal and you were healthy and the world still ran right. Back when you could breathe without taking in the smell of disinfectant sprays and fumbling over tubes and wires that attached you to life. Grounded you to this reality that apparently, you weren't healthy. No matter how many times you tried to tell yourself. You [i]weren't

    healthy.




    So another pinch. Another beep. Another lonely night staring at blank walls and struggling to find solace in something. Anything. Because you were alone. You finally realized that as soon as you were trapped within this prison of getting better and living life. You were sick. You were alone. You were dead to the world. And yet you had hid it for so long. So bloody long.




    But it's time to quit hiding. You can't hide. And you finally realize that.




    With another pinch. Another beep. Another silent night. You realize that you can't hide from your reality any longer. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    All six teenagers were born of different backgrounds, never speaking when attending the same public school, only for them to all be joined together, forced to communicate with one another over one simple factor. Each one had an illness. A disease that was destroying them from the inside out, that needed more treatment than they first thought.




    Placed into a hospital on a more permanent stay, the teenagers soon find that coexisting is the only option for them as the hospital provides classes for them suited toward their group, ensuring the bonding of a group of misfits with nowhere to go. Ensuring the shenanigans from there as they all try and deal with their separate lives colliding together.




    {The illness should be something that would actually be serious enough to keep someone in the hospital; eating disorders, cancer, etc. Yet make sure you're able to play that type of illness. Look up information on it! And if you need help, just let us know.}[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    *Anything traveller says is law as well! Please don't argue with us.
    *This is an advanced thread; be sure to have at least two/three paragraphs per post. But I understand low muse, just let us know.
    *No OOC drama.
    *Try your best to have correct grammar and spelling. I understand minor typos, as no one's perfect, but please put effort in it.
    *These characters do have illnesses or disabilities, but don't make everything depressing.
    *Be sure to research or have prior knowledge on the disabilities before playing as one!
    **ATTENTION: Make sure your character's illness is worth having to be hospitalized for an indefinite amount of time! We're trying to make this as realistic as possible. Thank you.
    *If you need help, just let me know, and I'll be willing to help with anything.
    *Please make an advanced form.
    *Have diversity when creating your character! No one is the same.
    *Read other people's forms to make sure the illness isn't the exact same.
    *Romance is allowed, but make sure to not take it to far, or fade to black.
    *Follow Feral Front rules.
    *Be kind to everyone. I have the right to ask you to change your form.
    *No reserves are allowed except for traveller and me, since we created this. If you want the character, just be sure to let us know when you're done with the form.
    *Use a fancy post when posting, please!
    *Have your characters 16 to 18, please. We want them around the same ages so it fits in well with the class/high school feel.
    *Have fun![/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    [b]The Druggie {Musical Serenity - male}

    There are many ways to handle life, and the Druggie chose his: escape. Anything that happened in the Druggie’s life – all of the hardship, high school, and the responsibilities – could disappear with some smoke or some pills. At least temporarily, he could float away from his life. The Druggie is the type that teachers look at and they see a lost cause. But now that his life has taken a nosedive after the diagnosis of [insert problem(s) here], it’s time for the Druggie to fall back into reality and face his life head-on.




    The Player {open - male}
    Good looking, as smooth as silk, and glib, the Player is known for being high school’s resident lady killer. He’s rumored to have had more partners than cafeteria lunches, though the rumor mill can certainly churn out a few lies along with truths. The Player can often seem like he has everything going for him, and that nothing in the world can wiggle its way through the confident smirk he gives to the whole world. Though he’s been intimate with so many, how many people will truly be there for the Player when he is diagnosed with [insert problem(s) here]?




    The Class Clown {ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ ♡ ʙᴇsɪᴛᴏs - male}
    They say that laughter is the best medicine, but the Class Clown hasn’t exactly found that to be the case thus far. His peers love him for the distraction and cheer that he brings to the monotony of the classroom; teachers hate him for being a distraction in even the most serious of situations. How can this boy be faulted for trying to fix things with laughter? However, there’s really not much a little bit of joking around can do to fix [insert problem(s) here], so maybe it’s time for the Class Clown to learn just how serious real life can be.




    The Queen Bee {open - female}
    The Queen Bee is the one who has it all – she’s beautiful, and popular, and people love her. Sure, she may not always be the kindest, and everyone might just be falling over her pretty face, but that doesn’t change the fact that people either want her or want to be her. But exactly how much of that superiority is real, and how much is a façade for the world is quite unknown to the general populace. She can’t be perfect when she is diagnosed with [insert problem(s) here]. Maybe it’s proof that she’s human after all.




    The Loner {open - female}
    Every school seems to have that one girl – the mysterious one who just doesn’t speak to anyone else. Maybe she killed a man once; maybe she practices cult-like activities in the woods after dark; maybe she just really hates everyone that she goes to school with; maybe she’s simply an introvert. The gossip can never explain exactly why she doesn’t interact with everyone, though some reasons can be more outlandish than others. Whatever her reasoning, an enigmatic aura surrounds the Loner wherever she goes. Being diagnosed with [insert problem(s) here]? That might be the least mysterious thing about her.




    The Nerd {traveller - female}
    Knowledge is said to be power, and the Nerd can definitely testify to that; for her entire life, knowledge has been like her super power. She’s the type that always raises her hand in class, but outside of school outwardly appears just a little naïve to the workings of the real world. As much as she knows, there’s a whole other side of life that she has yet to understand, and maybe never will, due to the diagnosis of [insert problem(s) here]. The wide world that was once open to her now seems much more narrow, and her life plans may have just changed forever. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    More to come in the future. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    *9 June, 2016 - Sign-up thread made. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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  • [align=left][size=16pt]I USED TO RULE THE WORLD
    [align=right][size=16pt][font=georgia]SEAS WOULD RISE WHEN I GAVE THE WORD
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    [size=14][font=papyrus]CALVIN SCOTT RIVASTO[/size]


    [font=georgia][color=black]❝ But it's ok cause whatever, forever ! ❞


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px][hr][hr][justify][sub][color=black]NAME → Calvin Scott Rivasto


    NICKNAME(S) → Cal, Hobbes.


    GENDER → Male


    AGE → 18


    HEIGHT/WEIGHT → 6'3 / 179


    BODY MODIFICATIONS → Lip piercing.


    CHARACTER ROLE[b] → The Class Clown


    [b]DISEASE → Severe obsessive compulsive disorder. (OCD) & Eating disorder


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    [align=left][color=white][size=16pt][font=georgia]NOW IN THE MORNING I SLEEP ALONE
    [align=right][color=black][size=16pt][font=georgia]SWEEP THE STREETS I USED TO OWN
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px][hr][hr][justify][color=black][sub]DEFINING TRAITS → Height , curiosity , friendliness, comedic, stubborn.


    PERSONALITY → Calvin has always been an outgoing boy, the friend to crack a joke n the most inappropriate times. Despite being a welcoming man, he had always had 'troubles' with either being too sarcastic, or too stubborn. Being, very hardheaded, he isn't used to not getting his way. Despite being a loud, obnoxious teenager, he has always struggled with confidence. He isn't used to taking the lead, or even thinking of himself as better than anyone, or even equal as well.


    HISTORY → Even as a young child Cal had shown symptoms of having OCD. He would become invested in certain things, and within a month, he would switch on. His parents had passed on the small quirks, never thinking of it as being an illness. Although, as he grew older he became more invested in being with himself, were he wasn't as annoyed with how others acted. He had become prescribed with medicine to help with his disorder, but it wasn't helping him if he were to react with society. Keeping up his happy-go-lucky personality, he continued to try to control himself when in public, but it was no use. He was then placed in a hospital when he had became a threat to himself and those who lived in his own home with him, being too invested in his sever obsessions.


    FLAWS → Low endurance, loud mouth, OCD, stubborn, eating disorder.


    STRENGTHS → Good listener, strong, quick sprint, intelligent.


    THEME SONGS → Rock Bottom - Modern Baseball
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    [align=left][color=white][size=16pt][font=georgia]I USED TO ROLL THE DICE
    [align=right][color=black][size=16pt][font=georgia]FEEL THE FEAR IN MY ENEMY'S EYES
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px][hr][hr][justify][color=black][sub]SEXUALITY → Bisexual


    TURN ONS → Intelligence, way with words, confidence, brunettes, glasses.


    TURN OFFS → Poor hygiene, arrogance, hard-to-get, manipulators, better knowledge of music than him.


    LOVE INTEREST → May develop.
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    [align=left][color=white][size=16pt][font=georgia]ONE MINUTE I HELD THE KEY
    [align=right][color=black][size=16pt][font=georgia]NEXT THE WALLS WERE CLOSED ON ME
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px][hr][hr][justify][color=black][sub]YOUR NICKNAME(S) → Peebs, PB.


    MUSE LEVEL → 8/10


    ACTIVITY LEVEL → 8/10


    OTHER → //


    ROLE PLAY SAMPLE


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    [align=left][color=white][size=16pt][font=georgia]AND I DISCOVERED THAT MY CASTLES STAND
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