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    i'm lookin' right through your anatomy


    marshall tapped his finger onto his jeans in a melody of a familiar tune by his favorite band. pondering on what to do for the next couple of minutes and landed on the ground with a soft thump. marshall's electric eyes shifted up to the sound of footsteps coming from behind the large doors which led out onto another corridor. marshal, who was sitting in the corner, had smirked to himself. prince gumball probably had scurried down from his bubblegum pink room and almost tripped down his bubblegum pink stairs to meet marshall.


    he swiftly spun his axe bass that was resting on his back and waited for the prince. watching a guard slip into a nap, he chuckled out loud and pushed a free hand through his hair. he smiled again and plucked a few cords on his bass. "Marshall" the prince had called out as he opened the doors, "And what exactly do you need help with?"


    light grey, wiry fingers curled around the red guitar, the prior vibration seeping through their callused tips. just as he turned to answer Gumball's command, his soft voice interrupted his thoughts. he raised his brows in confusion, watching the Prince chew thoughtfully on his bottom lip. "uh, yeah," the vampire had hummed, hooking the red instrument behind his back. "i need help with girls. i mean, i don't get them. i do but then i don't." he groaned, rubbing the back of his head, "fionna's a girl but she's too boyish to be a proper girl, i dunno, gumball." he sighed, rubbing his face.


    x x x


    notes; i've decided that marsh is gonna be pansexual.

    male sweetheart, please



    fc: dan howell


    DOG TAGS
    name kennedy sebastian micheals
    nickname(s) kennedy, seb, micheals
    gender male
    age eighteen years
    birthdate august 7th
    birthplace manchester, england (moved to california)
    stereotype the baby boy / the geeky one


    THE LIFE HE LIVES
    living space is now living in a loft in east los angeles
    roommate(s) none
    occupation barista at local coffee shop
    school grade senior / new graduate
    popularity level fairly well known


    A FACE TO THE NAME
    hair color dark coffee brown
    eye color hazelnut brown
    height five foot eleven
    weight one hundred and fifty five
    scars small, insignificant ones
    tattoos none yet
    extra he has dimples, with the left being more noticeable


    AN ATTITUDE ALL ITS OWN
    positive clever, charming, witty, creative
    negative childish, sarcastic, geeky, naive
    habits messing with his hair, tapping his foot, wiggling in his seat, cracking his knuckles, doodling on papers, humming, mumbling
    talents story-telling, acting, cooking


    HOW TIME IS CONSUMED
    likes skateboarding, laughing, having the occasional night in, watching movies, playing video games, nerdy references, controlled environments, nature, boating, internet connection, food, playing any type of game, being in front of crowds, presentations, electronics, campfires, winter nights, snow, sleep, science, history
    dislikes fighting, yelling, prolonged physical activity, excessive heat, overly aggressive behaviors, being called 'ken', being a disappointment, waking up early, when he messes up a recipe, not being able to make something everyone likes, failing
    hobbies cooking, gaming, making coffee
    musical instruments piano, drums
    sports none


    A FAMILY WHO LOVES
    mother clarisse micheals, a lawyer
    father daegan micheals, a 14 yr marine warrant officer
    sisters genevieve, six years old
    brothers brantley, eleven years old
    pets dasher and hastings


    A ROMANCE IN CONTRUCTION
    sexual preference heterosexual
    romantic interest his girlfriend
    current sweetheart harmony
    past sweethearts x


    flight three hundred and six


    ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════╗


    Flight 306 was reported missing three days ago
    when it did not arrive at its desired location, New York.
    No contact was able to be made with the pilot,
    and its whereabouts is currently unknown.
    There was a total of eighteen people on that flight,
    names will not be released at this time,
    but it is unknown as to how many have survived.
    Anyone with any further information is to report directly to the town hall,
    thank you for your attention.


    ╚════════════════════════════════════════════════╝



    the crash


    ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════╗


    The plane came crashing upon the shores of a deserted island,
    when it crashed it split in two and illuminated in flames.
    There was only eight survivors,
    they tried to contact someone, anyone,
    using the radio, but it all seemed usless,
    the radio was broken. they tried their cells,
    no reception, of course.
    They were complete strangers, stranded on an island,
    three days past before they gave up on hope,
    how will they survive?


    ╚════════════════════════════════════════════════╝


    * *



    rules



    WCRPG's Rules → Like everyone else I expect you to obey the rules Wynn has placed, and also keep common sense in mind.


    Literacy → Literate, meaning you must be capable of writing about a paragraph, even with writers block sorry but its not much to ask of you. Also reread for spelling mistakes or any confusing parts, it makes things easier and neater.


    Characters → Since there is limited spots, eight to be exact, you may only have one character. No anime pictures, please. If you do choose to add skills, don't make them skilled in everything. Be realistic. Eight people survived a crash, I doubt they'd all know how to build an amazing fort out of twigs. Please also include a steryotype. For example, "the motherly", "the whiner", or "the self made leader." As for ages, they have to be between twenty and twenty-three.


    Romance → Fading black is required in any inappropriate time. Also romance isn't instant, and I do encourage drama and heartbreak, make it interesting.


    ooc → Use brackets for any ooc speaking, and be polite, no fighting or spamming.


    Activity → I understand school is an issue (I know, trust me.) and you may not be active but don't sweat it. We all have lives and school and classes to Ace. If it only means you post on weekends, it doesn't matter. As long as you are happy and want to be involved in this.


    * *


    characters


    gents;
    one, connor van blödsworthe the outsider twenty-two played by your friendly psycho
    two, mathias charles the rebel twenty-one played by chronotide
    three, james winchester the sidekick twenty-three played by blameless
    four,
    five, reserved for ammy


    ladies;
    one, perrie davenport the sweet heart twenty-one played by chronotide
    two, alicia jackson miss indepentent twenty-one played by adventurers
    three, aspen kavanaugh the mother twenty-three played by arroweye
    four, taryn dunlop the wanderer twenty played by seren • depity
    five, acelina morgan the chameleon twenty played by soliloquy

    perrie anders davenport
    ❝the sweet heart❞



    DANCING BEARS,
    PAINTED WINGS
    THINGS I ALMOST
    REMEMBER,
    AND A SONG SOMEONE
    SINGS


    [hr]


    WHO AM I TO YOU↬


    full name; Perrie Anders Davenport ; pronouced peh-ree a simple name with no meaning, just a name his mother came up with a few nights before giving birth to him. he doesn't mind his first name, however his closest friends call him ray. his last name is pretty much what it is. daven. port.


    age; 21 Years Old ; he was born july 21st, in the arbor island hospital. he was born around 3 am, a morning baby, but sadly, his mother died a few moments after from lose of blood. he never knew his mother, so it doesn't bother him too much, though he wishes he did know her.


    gender; Female ; perrie is obviously a female, girl, woman, fae. no one has ever, or will ever mistake her for a guy.


    sexuality; Pansexual ; what most people don't know about perrie is that she's pansexual. she's not 'in the closest', he just doesn't talk about it much, mostly because he doesn't really care about sexuality. she feels that she can love anyone, regardless or what other people think is right, and honestly doesn't if they're male, female, white, purple.



    WHO AM I REALLY↬


    most people describe perrie as adorable, a total sweetie, friendly, stubborn, and romantic. pez is ace on being nice and friendly. she enjoys being around people because she grew up with a large family and was basically "forced" into loving so many people and it just stuck with her. perrie's the girl you go to if you are feeling down or lost.



    WHO DO I LOOK LIKE↬


    hair; Blonde & Messy. pez's hair is a bleach blonde, almost white, obviously dyed, or bleached rather with hot pink/fushia dipped tips. his real hair is a dirty blonde, but she lost a dare in 8th grade to bleach her hair, and really liked it. anyway, her hair is usually tussled and messy with bangs laying across her forehead. her bangs are fairly long, but the rest of her hair is medium and layered.


    eyes; Blue. she has dull blue eyes, though they can be different shades depending on the lighting, some say he has bright blue eyes, other light blue, and still others, blue. she really likes her eyes, and does brag about them whenever she can.


    height; 5 foot 4. she's a short girl, standing below most of the other islanders. she doesn't really like her height while others say she's "cute".


    body; Well built. perrie is a seemingly thin girl, however, she hides most of his muscle under his sweaters, and jackets. she has toned arms and her legs aren't lacking either. she's no body builder though, and honestly is pretty average when it comes to girls who work out.


    complextion; Light skinned. she's pretty light skinned, and doesn't get a bunch of sun, although she is outside a lot. she was born a pale child.


    wardrobe; Sweaters, Jeans, Converse. she has a 'hipster chic' style as she calls it. wearing tee shirts, crop tops and hoodies for the upper wear. as for pants, it's almost always tight jeans, with out fail, but if it's a real warm day, she'll break out her high waist shorts. she wears converse or vans, not much to say there. an accessory of his are beanies, and her phone


    WHO DO I LOVE↬


    [color=black]loves; no one. of course she loves his father, and sister, but there's no special some one right now.


    likes; Girls/Boys, Horror movies, Nature, Music. the average girl, she likes attractive people of course. a past time of his would be watching horror films, new and old, she just loves getting scared, plus the one and only murder in the town fascinated him. she would love to work as a CSI one day, but he doubts she'll ever leave this damn island.


    dislikes; People who are too nice, or Bullying his family. nothing pisses her off like a super nice person. even though she's sweet herself. the only thing that angers her more, is saying crap about her sister, mother, father or, most importantly her.

    perrie anders davenport
    ❝the wallflower❞



    DANCING BEARS,
    PAINTED WINGS
    THINGS I ALMOST
    REMEMBER,
    AND A SONG SOMEONE
    SINGS


    [hr]


    WHO AM I TO YOU↬


    full name; Perrie Anders Davenport ; pronouced peh-ree a simple name with no meaning, just a name her mother came up with a few nights before giving birth to her. she doesn't mind her first name, however her closest friends call her pez. her last name is pretty much what it is. daven. port.


    age; 17 Years Old ; she was born july 21st, in the arbor island hospital. she was born around 3 am, a morning baby, but sadly, her mother died a few moments after from lose of blood. she never knew her mother, so it doesn't bother her too much, though she wishes she did know her.


    gender; Female ; perrie is obviously a female, girl, woman, fae. no one has ever, or will ever mistake her for a guy.


    sexuality; Pansexual ; what most people don't know about perrie is that she's pansexual. she's not 'in the closest', he just doesn't talk about it much, mostly because he doesn't really care about sexuality. she feels that she can love anyone, regardless or what other people think is right, and honestly doesn't if they're male, female, white, purple.



    WHO AM I REALLY↬


    most people describe perrie as adorable, shy, self-conscious, and friendly. pez is ace on being nice and sweet. she enjoys being around people because she grew up with a large family and was basically "forced" into loving so many people and it just stuck with her. although she loves being around people she knows, she's quite shy and soft spoken if you come up to her about something urgent and you need her help. being self-conscious, pez usually covers herself up but decided to add a dash of color to her bleached hair. she doesn't believe that she's "gorgeous" and usually ignores those comments.



    WHO DO I LOOK LIKE↬


    hair; Blonde & Fluffed. pez's hair is a bleach blonde, almost white, obviously dyed, or bleached rather with hot pink/fushia dipped tips. her real hair is a dirty blonde, but she lost a dare in 8th grade to bleach her hair, and really liked it. anyway, her hair is usually slightly tussled with bangs laying across her forehead. her bangs are fairly long, but the rest of her hair is medium and layered.


    eyes; Blue. she has dull blue eyes, though they can be different shades depending on the lighting, some say he has bright blue eyes, other light blue, and still others, blue. she really likes her eyes. the only thing she actually likes about herself.


    height; 5 foot 5. she's a short girl, standing below most of the other highschoolers. she doesn't really like her height while others say she's "cute".


    body; Well built. perrie is a seemingly thin girl, however, she hides most of her muscle under her sweaters, and jackets. she has toned arms and her legs aren't lacking either. she's no body builder though, and honestly is pretty average when it comes to girls at school.


    complextion; Light skinned. she's pretty light skinned, and doesn't get a bunch of sun, although she is outside a lot. she was born a pale child.


    wardrobe; Sweaters, Jeans, Converse. she has a 'hipster chic' style as she calls it. wearing tee shirts, crop tops and hoodies for the upper wear. as for pants, it's almost always tight jeans, with out fail, but if it's a real warm day, she'll break out her high waist shorts. she wears converse or vans, not much to say there. an accessory of his are beanies, and her phone


    WHO DO I LOVE↬


    [color=black]loves; no one. of course she loves his father, and sister, but there's no special some one right now.


    likes; Girls/Boys, Horror movies, Nature, Music, her Camera, Photography. the average girl, she likes attractive people of course. a past time of his would be watching horror films, new and old, she just loves getting scared, plus the one and only murder in the town fascinated him. she would love to work as a CSI one day, but he doubts she'll ever leave this damn school early enough.


    dislikes; People who are too nice, or Bullying her family. nothing pisses her off like a super nice person. the only thing that angers her more, is saying crap about her sister, mother, father or, most importantly her.


    other; working on the rebel


    M A T H I A S M U S E C H A R L E S


    and the wolves all cry


    name: mathias charles
    age: nineteen
    nickname: matt
    birthdate: january 15th
    birthplace: yorkshire, united kingdom
    stereotype: the rebel


    to fill the night with hollering


    appearance: appearance wise, Mathias is fairly good looking, but is certainly not the most attractive male on the planet. Starting at the top, Mathias has thick, short, black hair, which is shaved at the sides. It is fairly short in length, only just reaching his eyes when stretched over his face. In the summer, it will occasionally get a few natural, brown highlights, mainly at he front, but only if he is outside in the sun a lot. In the winter, he tends to wear a beanie over his hair, but during the summer he tends to just leave his hair. Next his eyes. They are hazel in colour, being brown to the outside of his iris, and as you get closer to the pupil, dark brown flecks begin to be introduced. They are not really that unique or interesting, but he prefers his eyes compared to just plain brown. His lips are about average, being quite dark in colour most of the time. When cold, they tend to resemble he colour of his skin, but when hot, they become a quite dark red colour. From being in the sun and at the beach a lot, Mathias is tanned, and it stays for most of the year, only fading if it is a particularly dark winter. Usually, Mathias is described as being around average height, standing at five feet nine inches exactly, so quite tall, but not as tall as some. Because of his large height, he also has a quite large weight, weighing in at approximately 160 to 165 pounds, but most of his weight is muscle, rather than fat, as he has a slim and lean stature. As for modifications, he currently has almost twenty four tattoos, and has both ears pierced
    height: five feet nine inches
    weight: a healthy one sixty


    when your eyes are red


    the basics: Mathias Muse Charles, a neither exciting or boring name for this nineteen year old. Mathias was born and raised in Yorkshire by British and Irish parents. Muse, a randomly thought up middle name by his parents, and so has no specific meaning behind it, and Charles, a random surname inherited from his Dad's side of the family. Apart from occasionally being called Matt, Mathias doesn't have any nicknames as his name if relatively short as it is, and doesn't really have any well known nicknames that come with it. Being eighteen, he was born on the fifteenth of January in 1995, so wasn't the youngest or thee oldest in his year group, settling just around the middle. If not already obvious, he is a male, and has never been, or will ever be, a female.


    personality: Mathias could be described by many words, but the most noticeable words that could be used to describe this boys' personality would be: a complete flirt, independent, confident, and mischievous.
    flirt: Yes, this boy is a complete and utter flirt. If with friends, it isn't uncommon for him to leave them and go to a group of girls, working his charm. To some, it is irritating, to others it can even be enough to make them mad. It depends who he is around at the time. His girlfriends don't seem to take kindly to this behaviour, and it has resulted in Mathias turning single many a time. But it is almost as if he can't help it, and he is also just rather good a it. The perfect words just seem to come out a the right time, much like if it was a talent of his.
    independent: Probably from growing up in a large family, and therefore always being around people, Mathias has grown to be a quite independent person. He likes being alone, the silence making him feel comfortable. He is also good at making even the smallest of decisions, and will usually blurt out the answer before others. But, although he likes being alone, he is definitely not a 'loner', as he doesn't tend to always want to be with one specific person, and as he is confident, he will actually be with anyone, as long as he knows their name. This is also the most likely reason as to why he can't stay with just one girl, as he prefers the attention of multiple.
    confident: As mentioned earlier, Mathias is a very confident person. He has never been afraid to walk up to a stranger and start a conversation. At school, he was always good at making new friends, as he would just simply begin talking to someone and this seemed to eventually build up a friendship. Truth or dare, because of his confidence, is obviously very easy for him. He would do practically any dare and say any truth, as he doesn't feel as he has anything to hide, and he isn't embarrassed easily, so even if saying something he doesn't want others to know, he won't become humiliated by it. His confidence also aids him when trying to flirt with girls. This is because if he has the confidence to go up to them, he probably has the confidence to flirt with them, and if shy, he most probably wouldn't even be able to walk near them without getting embarrassed. These are the most obvious things about him, but he also has some other, less well known things to him.
    mischievous: Mathias is very much into mischief that gives him the name of the dark bad buy that most girls go after. He used to write graffiti on walls. It had given him the idea of getting tattoos. This boy is also impulsive. He does what first pops in his head without thinking. Matt is a bit standoffish and doesn't get along the best with other kids his age.


    and emptiness is all you know


    love life: Mathias is heterosexual, or straight as some may wish to say it. He has only ever thought of boys as friends, and that is it. As for what Mathias likes in a girl, he likes them to be active, not lazy. He doesn't like clingy people as they annoy him. He also likes them to not wear so much make up, as he prefers to know what a girl looks like naturally, rather what they look like when covered with products.
    infatuation: tbd
    other: the baaaaad boy


    M A T H I A S M U S E C H A R L E S


    and the wolves all cry


    name: mathias charles
    age: twenty-one
    nickname: matt
    birthdate: january 15th
    birthplace: yorkshire, united kingdom
    stereotype: the rebel


    to fill the night with hollering


    appearance: appearance wise, Mathias is fairly good looking, but is certainly not the most attractive male on the planet. Starting at the top, Mathias has thick, short, black hair, which is shaved at the sides. It is fairly short in length, only just reaching his eyes when stretched over his face. In the summer, it will occasionally get a few natural, brown highlights, mainly at he front, but only if he is outside in the sun a lot. In the winter, he tends to wear a beanie over his hair, but during the summer he tends to just leave his hair. Next his eyes. They are hazel in colour, being brown to the outside of his iris, and as you get closer to the pupil, dark brown flecks begin to be introduced. They are not really that unique or interesting, but he prefers his eyes compared to just plain brown. His lips are about average, being quite dark in colour most of the time. When cold, they tend to resemble he colour of his skin, but when hot, they become a quite dark red colour. From being in the sun and at the beach a lot, Mathias is tanned, and it stays for most of the year, only fading if it is a particularly dark winter. Usually, Mathias is described as being around average height, standing at five feet nine inches exactly, so quite tall, but not as tall as some. Because of his large height, he also has a quite large weight, weighing in at approximately 160 to 165 pounds, but most of his weight is muscle, rather than fat, as he has a slim and lean stature. As for modifications, he currently has almost twenty four tattoos, and has both ears pierced
    height: five feet nine inches
    weight: a healthy one sixty


    when your eyes are red


    the basics: Mathias Muse Charles, a neither exciting or boring name for this nineteen year old. Mathias was born and raised in Yorkshire by British and Irish parents. Muse, a randomly thought up middle name by his parents, and so has no specific meaning behind it, and Charles, a random surname inherited from his Dad's side of the family. Apart from occasionally being called Matt, Mathias doesn't have any nicknames as his name if relatively short as it is, and doesn't really have any well known nicknames that come with it. Being eighteen, he was born on the fifteenth of January in 1995, so wasn't the youngest or thee oldest in his year group, settling just around the middle. If not already obvious, he is a male, and has never been, or will ever be, a female.


    personality: Mathias could be described by many words, but the most noticeable words that could be used to describe this boys' personality would be: a complete flirt, independent, confident, and mischievous.
    flirt: Yes, this boy is a complete and utter flirt. If with friends, it isn't uncommon for him to leave them and go to a group of girls, working his charm. To some, it is irritating, to others it can even be enough to make them mad. It depends who he is around at the time. His girlfriends don't seem to take kindly to this behaviour, and it has resulted in Mathias turning single many a time. But it is almost as if he can't help it, and he is also just rather good a it. The perfect words just seem to come out a the right time, much like if it was a talent of his.
    independent: Probably from growing up in a large family, and therefore always being around people, Mathias has grown to be a quite independent person. He likes being alone, the silence making him feel comfortable. He is also good at making even the smallest of decisions, and will usually blurt out the answer before others. But, although he likes being alone, he is definitely not a 'loner', as he doesn't tend to always want to be with one specific person, and as he is confident, he will actually be with anyone, as long as he knows their name. This is also the most likely reason as to why he can't stay with just one girl, as he prefers the attention of multiple.
    confident: As mentioned earlier, Mathias is a very confident person. He has never been afraid to walk up to a stranger and start a conversation. At school, he was always good at making new friends, as he would just simply begin talking to someone and this seemed to eventually build up a friendship. Truth or dare, because of his confidence, is obviously very easy for him. He would do practically any dare and say any truth, as he doesn't feel as he has anything to hide, and he isn't embarrassed easily, so even if saying something he doesn't want others to know, he won't become humiliated by it. His confidence also aids him when trying to flirt with girls. This is because if he has the confidence to go up to them, he probably has the confidence to flirt with them, and if shy, he most probably wouldn't even be able to walk near them without getting embarrassed. These are the most obvious things about him, but he also has some other, less well known things to him.
    mischievous: Mathias is very much into mischief that gives him the name of the dark bad buy that most girls go after. He used to write graffiti on walls. It had given him the idea of getting tattoos. This boy is also impulsive. He does what first pops in his head without thinking. Matt is a bit standoffish and doesn't get along the best with other kids his age.


    and emptiness is all you know


    love life: Mathias is heterosexual, or straight as some may wish to say it. He has only ever thought of boys as friends, and that is it. As for what Mathias likes in a girl, he likes them to be active, not lazy. He doesn't like clingy people as they annoy him. He also likes them to not wear so much make up, as he prefers to know what a girl looks like naturally, rather what they look like when covered with products.
    infatuation: tbd
    other: the baaaaad boy


    * L I F T Y O U R E Y E S


    [align=center]It was a pale morning, the air was crisp and cool. A brown tabby figure pushed against the lichen that hung over the entrance to the warrior's den, letting in little slivers of dawn's light into the sanctum. Limbs stretching forward, the tom's paws splayed to reveal a set of dangerously sharp ivory claws, each tiny prong scraping against the earth as he drew himself back in.


    Padding towards the fresh-kill pile, Deertail's whiskers twitched in bemusement. Nothing but a small water vole and a newt. How disappointing. Figuring it best to leave what was left for the queens in the nursery or the elders, the blind tom started towards the camp entrance. The early cat catches the fish, I suppose. he thought, tailtip twitching.


    Finally outside of camp, Deertail pondered where the best place to start his hunt would be. Deciding against the cold river, the argent feline decided on the woodland. It was about the right time of morning for prey to be waking up and scurrying about. Working his way up to an agile gait, the Riverclan warrior soon found himself beside the river. He paused a moment to sniff thoughtfully across the open waters, tail curled tightly around his white paws. Blank, blind eyes scanned over the rippling liquid. He couldn't help but think of his brother and wonder how he was faring in Twolegplace, but he quickly dismissed his nostalgia and forced himself to move on.


    Finally reaching his destination, the sun was finally warming the earth. Droplets of dew spun themselves from the leaves they clung to, each a glimmer shimmering as it fell. He wished he could see it all. Instantly a familiar scent hit the roof of the tom's maw: mouse. Ah, classic enemies. Dropping into a hunter's crouch, Deertail ever so slowly placed one paw in front of the other, carefully tracking his prey. Ears pinned to his skull, the tom peered over a rock barely big enough to hide his body, though he was expertly camouflaged brush like fur. And there it was, oh yes, that delicious morsel was no more than a tail length away. It was completely oblivious to his prowess; of course, the tom had spent endless moons training for moments just like these. Silent, wriggling haunches activated themselves instinctively and by the time he sprung, it was too late for the mouse to realize what was happening. Before it had time to react, Deertail was upon it, sinking a deadly set of fangs into its neck until the snap of a tiny spine was felt between his strong jaws. If you took the time to think about it, it wasn't a fair fight. But then again, life isn't fair and that's just the way things are. He was blind after all. Dropping his prey, Deertail allowed a moment of silence to pass while he prayed thanks to Starclan.


    Licking his maw clean, a purr of satisfaction escaped Deertail's throat. It was a great morning, his belly was full, and he had an amazing day ahead of him; or so he hoped.