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ooc; i'm so sorry as well!! i got locked out of my other account! we could continue if you want ^w^

l o v e i s u s u a l l y s w e e t

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// jackson // bailey // abbott //
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Nickname(s):
"People usually call me Bailey. I don't like my first name much."

Age:
"Eighteen."

Gender:
"I'm a guy."

Position:
"Scavenger. I think."

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HAIR COLOUR:
"Dark brown. Man you must need some glasses or somethin'.."

Hair Texture
"That's kinda creepy, but it's pretty dry. It curls in the damp weather too. I try to take of it, ya' know?"

Eye Colour:
"Brown eyes. Pretty ones at that."

Height:
"To tell the truth, I don't care, so I don't know." [Jackson is about 5'8]

Approx. Weight:
"Don't know this either." [He's about 134 lbs]

Build:
"Huh?" [He has a skinny and slender build, no real muscle mass can be seen on his body]

Modifications or Blemishes:
"Not one on my body."

Description of PHYSICAL appearance in words:[size]
Jackson Bailey is a rather handsome fellow. He has beautiful brown eyes that are almost a slightly darker version of milk chocolate and in the sunlight seem to have a bit of green and hazel coloring in them. The skin that suits him is nicely tanned from spending almost all of his time outside when he could, running or just relaxing the day away. His build is very thin, his ribs visible through his skin, but his waist is also quite slender and curvy, a bit like a women's would be. His legs are the only thing that have been toned from running all those years, but it looks a bit strange with his muscular legs and his skinny, curvy body. The only other thing worth mentioning is his dark, dusty brown hair that coats his scalp. It's pretty dry and scraggly despite being brushed and taken care of on a daily basis, and it curls up when there is damp weather.

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PERSONALITY traits, listed:
- Carefree
- Reckless
- Manipulative
- Troublesome
- Uncaring
- Alluring
- Selfish
- Flirtatious

PERSONALITY traits, described:
- Carefree
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- Reckless
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- Manipulative
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- Troublesome
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- Uncaring
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- Alluring
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- Selfish
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- Flirtatious
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Likes:
- Freedom
- Not having anyone to care about
- Sexual activity
- Salt and Vinegar chips
- Italian food
- Greek foods
- Running
- Smoking
- Winning
- Alcohol
- Being alone
- Relaxing
- Car rides
- Baseball
- Talking with interesting people

Dislikes:
- A sense of insecurity
- Overly opinionated people
- B*tchy people
- Hyper-active people
- Pineapples
- Family oriented people
- When people judge or mock him
- Getting beat up
- Losing
- School
- Being educated
- Most animals except calm dogs
- Hot weather
- Damp weather
- Flip-flops

Skills:
- His composure
- Easily manipulates people
- His speed & agility

Strengths:
- Speed & agility, having ran track when he was in school for as long as he can remember
- Manipulation, due to his smooth tongue and attractive appearance he can almost talk anyone into doing something that would benefit him
- His ability to remain calm in almost any situation, unless he just went through an emotional trauma

Weaknesses:
- Despite having muscles, Jackson is not strong and would never be able to defend himself in a fight or physical situation
- His lack of education growing up really did not benefit him, and he does not have a vast knowledge on things and seems to get himself into trouble because of it
- Recklessness has almost coast him his neck quite a few times, and it seems he hasn't learned from it yet

Habits:
- Runs his hands through his hair when worried
- Flirting with just about anyone when bored

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Sexuality:
"I'm a homo. Open about it too."

Crush:
"I don't do those kinds of things. I'd rather get right to the point, if you know what I'm sayin'."

Turn-ons:
- When they shave
- Independence
- Leadership skills
- Good aroma
- Muscles
- Rough, nicely tanned skin
- Light eyes
- Light hair
- Freckles

Turn-offs:
- Body hair
- Bad stench
- Acting cute
- Over attachment
- Bad breath
- Really short fingernails
- Acting too lovey-dovey
- Obsession

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[font=georgia][color=black]Roleplayer Name:
misiter roboto.

Muse:
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[size=8]this is a wip, i'll finish by tonight!! and soliloquy[/size]

bumpp ^w^

cool! thanks for joining!

would you do a neko x human or werewolf x human rp with me?

okay cool! maybe the neko could be in some sort of trouble, like being sold to someone and is caged when the human finds him and takes him to his apartment? maybe the people he stole him from could come after them? or something like that ^w^

hmmmm, maybe after a while it could turn into one ^w^ one of them could be seriously injured/die from the people who were hunting them? idek, whatever you feel is right x3

ain't no short-*ss gods around here!

hello c: i really like the sound of an angel/demon rp with cry and felix, and i also wouldn't mind being cry if you would like that ^w^

could you possibly? i usually suck at starting things out and squeeze a bunch of things into a paragraph and it gets all sloppy and blegh.

sure c: around the 1900's would be preferable if that's alright with you?

it's no problem, i'm glad to have joined! also, cry be the demon, correct? and the plot where cry has to kill felix sounds good ^w^

//partakes in your prancing and glitter throwing

I knew doing this would get me into some sort of trouble, but I didn't realize at the time just how bad it would really be. I thought this would be doing a good, no great, thing that God would ultimately reward me for when death tolled for me. I hoped I would rid myself of the sins I had committed in my past if I could simply save one of the poor sex slaves being displayed like dolls for old men to rest their disgusting eyes on. It made me shiver at the thought of being thrown up on a stage like that, no less nude, and being shown off to a bunch of old men, or occasionally perverted women, so they could place bets on me and take me to my new prison to... violate me.

I watched as a man stood on the wooden stage, telling the whole audience about how pricing and bidding worked around here. I listened as he announced the special additions they had today, of exotic men and women with ears and tails..? I could hardly process what else he said, listing off names, breeds, and starting bids that would be shown tonight. My head was busy wrapping around the thought of a human with ears and a tail.. The ears and the tail of what exactly?

As I tried to think of these strange creatures, picturing them in my mind, I hardly noticed as the first slave was thrown out of her cage, landing on the floor in a heap. She was crying, her eyes puffy and blood-shot as she pushed herself up from the floor and brushed herself off. Bruises littered her gorgeous body, and it was shameful to see her in such a state really. My bids on her went unheard however, drowned out by the screams of others wanting her for themselves. She was dragged off the stage a moment later, being forcefully pulled to a backroom by a stout man with little to no hair, and she was screaming and crying the whole way there, her new master trailing behind them with a lustful glint in his dark, shark-like eyes. I tried my best not to picture what would be happening to her later that evening.

I readied my voice after letting out a shaking sigh, not wanting the next slave who was thrown on stage to be treated the same way the exotic woman had been. I breathed in deeply as the iron door was sung open and a large man lumbered in, waiting with anticipation to see whom he'd thrown onto the stage. Not a moment too soon did he toss a rather malnourished, beaten down looking boy onto the stage, landing with a painful thump. I screamed a second after watching him shakily stand up, my voice booming over the rest of the audience's laughter at his entrance, "One hundred thousand dollars upfront!" And I sprung up from my seat, waving my hands in the air like a crazy person. I honestly had no idea how bidding worked here.

The guard at the bottom of the stage looked shocked, jaw dropping slightly as he stared at me in awe. I had made a ridiculously high bid, knowing that if I had no one else would've. And no one did. The guard lumbered up onto the stage and a quickly squeezed past everyone, bolting down the steps and to the front of the audience to be guided to a room to pay for the half-cat boy. I hurriedly ran the plan I had formed over in my head, hoping it would work since I sure as hell didn't have one hundred thousand dollars on me at the time.

Puffing out my chest a bit, a waited with my nerves on edge as the guard fetched the cat-boy.

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ooc;; i promise i'll post in tomorrow, just wanted to put this up! also if you want anything changed tell me!

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"hello. you must be a teen, eh? looking to escape from life's responsibilities and worries? well you've stumbled into the right place dear! welcome to westmere, nevada! a place were other teens spend their young lives until they feel it's a good time to return to their home. have you ever heard of this place before? no..? well of course not! no one seems to remember that little speck on the map, our town hardly being a mile long. so, how about a give you a little tour of the place? what do ya' say?!"

[size=15pt]d i n e r s , c a f e ' s & r e s t a u r a n t s .[/size]

"well here in westmere we have a whole assortment of places to wine and dine! actually.. we don't have too many. we have one cafe, one diner, and two restaurants. not too many, eh? well no worries! these are the best of the best places to go grab some grub! so don't worry about it! also if you get really hungry there's a mcdonalds and a gas station about twenty miles from here..."

p l u i e c a f e:

r o s e m a r i e ' s d i n e r:

p i z z a p a n d e m o n i u m:

g o l d e n d r a g o n b i s t r o:

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"now we have a couple of stores around here! we have a book store, a produce market... a general store... um... oh! our pet store! i almost forgot about that place, but yeah. that's about it! there all pretty good places to shop though, and most importantly were you get most of your things to survive here from."

b a i l e y ' s b o o k c o l l e c t i o n:

f r e s h p r o d u c e m a r k e t:

o ' r e i l l y b r o ' s e v e r y t h i n g s t o r e:

p o l l y ' s p e t i t e p e t s h o p:

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"well here are the other places in the town, the library and the outskirts, a place where people go to ride their skateboards, bikes, and things of the sort! i also have to add the outskirts are definitely the best places to hang out if you wanna do some fun activities and stuff like that."

w e s t m e r e l i b r a r y:

o u t s k i r t s:

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"here's where everyone in this town resides! the living space isn't really too big, but somehow it remains comfortable for everyone! three people can fit into one apartment if you space every thing out correctly!"

s o u t h a p a r t m e n t c o m p l e x:

apartment one:
|room one: cass singer|room two: open|room three: spencer townshend|

apartment two:
|room one: reserved|room two: luka everest|room three: reserved|

apartment three:
|room one: jamie thompson|room two: clyde thompson|room three: riley thompson|

n o r t h a p a r t m e n t c o m p l e x:

apartment one:
|room one: open|room two: open|room three: open|

apartment two:
|room one: marina dollores|room two: joey sebastiano|

apartment three:
|room one: christine grace|room two: ichiro hadad|room three: reserved|

apartment four:
|room one: katie monroe|room two: open|

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1. all wcrpg rules apply!

2. please be semi-advanced to advanced, meaning at least 3 to 5 sentences per post with good grammar and different words. don't repeat fifty times that your character was smiling or whatever.

3. you can have up to four characters if you can manage them all.

4. if you go inactive your character will be assumed to have went back home.

5. message me if you are going to be inactive for a while.

6. try to post at least once a day, but technically this isn't a real rule.

7. put 'westmere rules' in the other section of the form if you read the rules!

8. don't make your characters perfect and flawless, but they are allow to have bad pasts! that's the reason why they are here in the first place.

9. no ooc drama but ic drama is encouraged!!

10. please pm me about plots, don't just start one without my consent. also i will probably approve almost any plot so don't be after to suggest one!

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thank you for the tracks! i will try to finish it later tonight!

bump, it's finished! except for my forms but i'll get to those later .w.

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ooc;;
sorry!! i'm also sorry about this post, it's really confusing i think ^^' ...

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Personatus wasn't one to follow rules, even in the place where the strictest of rules were enforced to those who had broken rules in their lifetime on Earth. He often found himself getting scolded and banished for good periods of time due to this undesirable trait he had. 'He was created to follow the rules of one, not to disobey them.' Was what all of his friends, if you could refer to them as that, would constantly tell him as they gave out his punishment. Personatus was used to this by now, hearing that saying that is, so he paid little to no heed to it.

The little demon found himself being called upon one day by Lucifer's second-hand man- woman. He could consider her a friend, despite the girl usually being the one to deliver his punishments to him. It was no one other then Purpura Ignis, or "Minx?" The brunette called, lurking by the outside of her cavern, hoping she didn't call him here to give him another punishment.

Soon enough a slightly nasal but feminine voice replied, "Oh! Cry you're here!" Ah. She had used his favorite name. Cry. The smaller demon flapped out of her home in a matter of moments, landing in front of Personatus with a smirk written over her lips. "So I called you here to tell you about a mission I have for you." She announced, her smirk still bold, seeming to only grow, as if she was proud or some sh*t.

Cry cocked an eyebrow at this and inquired, "Alright... What's my mission?" His tone was cautious, Minx's strangely huge smile beginning to creep him out a bit.

"Well, if the rumors are true, there's currently an angel on Earth.. I did some talking with Lucifer and I hooked you up! I got you a job Cry!" Purpura declared happily, her eyes scanning over the confused demon in front of her, waiting for an excited or at least shocked reaction from him. She got neither as the boy simply furrowed his brow, looking at her like she was a sociopath.

"What does that mean.. Exactly?" Cry questioned Minx, not understanding what she meant by, "I got you a job Cry!' meant really.

Minx seemed disappointed with his reaction as she pursed her lips slightly and answered, "I got you job to go out and kill the guy while it's easy to. Lucifer said something about not letting him get in the way of anything, meaning you are gonna go out and find yourself that angel before he can start messing things up for us." Minx explained to Cry, smile completely faded now. "Also those vermin have gotten rid of a ridiculous amount of us lately. It's time to even the score."

"To tell you the truth Minx, I can handle getting a job well enough myself." Personatus huffed and ran a hand through his hair as he shut his eyes and sighed. He wasn't going to act out about something as stupid as this. He'd just ask a few questions and be on his way to kill the little rat he was instructed to. "So.. About how long will this take Minx?" He asked, letting his hand fall back to his side as he opened his hazel-green eyes once more.

She was a bit taken aback for a moment before pink tinged her cheeks, "Oh um... as long as it takes for you to gain his trust..." She mumbled, focusing on her fingers as she balled them up to make a fist.

"What?! Why can't I just kill him when I find him?" Cry demanded, it now being his turn to look taken aback at this statement. Minx answered right away, however,

"It's better to get 'em in private. Also, if he gets to know you and trust you he will be weaker if he has to battle you. He won't want to fight, therefore giving you an advantage against him." Minx nodded thoughtfully as she finished, and Cry realized for the millionth time in his time knowing Minx, that she was a sneaky little freak. He found himself heaving a sigh at this and signaling a goodbye to her as he snapped his fingers and was gone, traveling at a speed so great he swore his ears popped when he landed in a new location with a thud.

He groaned as he laid on his back, opening his mouth and rotating his jaw to make his ears feel better from the bubble that had just popped. He looked up at the sky for a moment, watching the drifting clouds in wonder and awe. He always thought about life after death, considering he wasn't really alive in the first place. If he was ever killed where would he go? To Heaven or would he be trapped in a neverending cycle of death and rebirth in Hell. It didn't seem to matter as he pushed himself off the ground and brushed off his tan khakis and pine green polo shirt with one single thick, white stripe on it. He didn't bother looking down at his shoes, but they were white Nike's.

After that examination he headed out of the field he landed in the middle of, in search of the angel he sought to kill. Maybe he didn't know the little guys name but he'd be able to tell an angel apart from the humans easily.

@BEATLES! & •Dustbunny101•: approved! lovely forms ^w^

@everyone: forms are looking good so far! thank you all for joining c:

Clive grumbled as he sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes as he stretched out his aching back, hearing bones pop back into place as he did. He cringed slightly at this but still slouched over as he sat there, his hands falling back to his sides once they were done getting the sleepy dirt out of them. He could feel that Justice had left before he opened his eyes, only because a heat source had left his side and because the bed was only holding his own weight. It didn't really bother Clive to be honest, he just stayed where he was and was a bit frightened Justice's mother would get home soon.

ooc;; aw thankies c: