Posts by Nathan Vanderweele

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    OK SO HI. I'm just going to give a quick description of myself and my current position. I haven't roleplayed in a while.
    I came back with almost a completely new profile layout, yay! As of right now, I'm a sophmore that should technically be in an advanced English class, but woopdie doo. I stopped roleplaying because I felt it was more personal than it actually was. But I'm over that now, and I'm back.




    So on to my preferences.




    Like »
    • GxG & BxB
    (I strongly prefer GxG more)
    • Werewolves
    • Vampires (I guess)
    • Medieval
    • idk ask if it's not on the list




    Dislike »
    • Band rp
    • BxG (Reason: I'm gay so...)
    • Incest
    • again, idk ask if it's not on here




    Yikes, so that's it. Please rp with me. I'm a bored human being who lives off of cheese balls, Dr. Pepper, and social media.
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    Yes. Do you have any plot ideas? I could probably think of something but idk how long that would take. [/fancypost]

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    — Marilyn Valentina LaRose




    Age »
    — 19 years




    Gender »
    — Female




    Personality »
    Confident:
    Marilyn is not afraid of how other people see her. She loves her body and very rarely does she get upset over her own looks. She wears whatever she wants, and does it with a smile. Even if she messes up on something, she will laugh it off and get on with life instead of dwelling on every mistake she had ever made.




    Schmoozer:
    Marilyn is a smooth talker. She can make very easy small talk with everyone she meets. Her confidence ties into her schmoozing. She could easily talk her way into a party by finding all the right words to say.




    Ambitious:
    When Marilyn sees something she likes, she chases after it. If she can't get what she wants, she tries even harder. Marilyn gets what she wants through her confidence and schmoozing. After a while of trying to get something she can't get, she gets very mad.




    Kleptomaniac:
    At times, Marilyn has an undeniable need to steal something. She steals stuff she doesn't really need. When she feels the need to take something that is not hers, she tries to fight the feeling but she caves and takes something. Sometimes she incorporates all the stolen stuff into a sculpture.




    Hot-headed:
    Despite the fact Marilyn seems like a happy person, she gets easily mad. When she does, it's usually because she didn't get what she wanted. When it's that "time of the month" her attitude goes from happy-go-lucky to a red faced rager, screaming profanities.




    Appearance »
    — Marilyn is a tall, slightly tan, woman. Her long hair was dyed blonde awhile ago and her brunette roots started showing. She doesn't like to wear her hair down, so she always puts it up into a messy bun. Her eyes are a dark green with a lighter brown ring around the iris. She actually dislikes the color of her eyes. Sometimes she wears earnings, but when she does, she wears droop earrings or chandelier earrings.




    History »
    — When Marilyn was younger, her mother passed away, but she was too young to have actually known who she was. Instead of growing up with her biological mother, her father remarried to a very nice woman who raised Marilyn as if she were her own. Within the years, Marilyn's step-mother had a baby boy named Bennet with Marilyn's father. The half siblings got along very well and became great friends.




    During Marilyn's preteen years, Marilyn felt no pull towards the boys in her grade. Being the honest, confident, child she was raised to be, she asked her step-mother about being attracted to boys. Her step-mother just smiled sweetly and said to her that "it's ok not to like boys. The only boys you should worry about is your father and little Bennet." Marilyn took those words to heart and she never really cared about boys after that.




    When Marilyn's teen years hit, her hormones really kicked in. She started going to parties and all of her emotions seem increase, and with those emotions, she began creating art based off how she felt. She suddenly developed kleptomania and began stealing useless things. Sometimes she would steal things from the parties she went to. It was at a party when she decided she liked girls. Her friends dared her to spray paint graffiti on one of her school's walls, and amongst all of the chaos, a girl kissed her. Ever since then, Marilyn liked girls.
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    — Maxine "Max" Elissa Foxx




    Age »
    — Roughly 18




    Gender »
    — female but prefers to just go by 'they' or 'them', so, gender wise they're neutral.




    Personality »
    Colorful:
    Despite their rather gothic and darker tone when dressing they are very colorful. They love anything involving colors and can be very thoughtful when it comes to art projects and music arrangements. They also love anything that is original and has it's own vibe, including some types of people that come off as bold and not bothered by the social ways of others. Besides that they also find the brighter people more attractive and humorous, giving her the way of a colorful human being.




    Sarcastic:
    Even if they are very colorful and social they can also be described as very sarcastic. They often find themselves in situations where they decide that only sarcasm is the key, which often gives them a bad rep with easily offended people. Sometimes people just don't get Max's sense of humor, too. Everything Max says can be very twisted and sarcastic, sometimes described as even sadist on some point of view.




    Agressive:
    Max is usually known for going straight to violence when caught up in a bad, bad situation. They never realize that they took a swing or yelled at another person until it's over and often regrets it in the end. When they do resort to violence they often instantly apologizes quickly after, though. They're not proud about this trait but Max just embraces it and remembers to always try to control themselves. Their aggression is also fueled of the anger or annoyance of other people.




    Romantic:
    Despite being very antisocial as a kid Max can be the romantic type. They can make almost anyone gullible enough swoon at their feet, often just to get what they want from them. Max is known for using this against people that they dislike just to get them to admit to something or apologize for something Max is sure that isn't their fault. Max also uses it for good, though. Dating Max can be very sweet and cute, each and every gesture of their's sweet to the touch.




    Possessive:
    Along with being very romantic, Max can be very possessive. They are bad about sharing what is their's and almost always ends up fighting with people because of it, sometimes even her current partner. This leans a bit more towards bad when it comes to Max, being that Max is very bad about being aggressive along with being possessive. On the bright side Max can easily hold this in and hide it until it passes the line, which doesn't happen much these days.




    Appearance »
    — Max is your average teen that cares about their body and often works out just to keep the right mindset and shape. Their hair is often mistaken for a bleached blonde but is actually pure natural with dark, dark roots. Their hair reaches mid rib cage and their form is very slim but petite. Other than that they often wears dark liners around their eyes and has a dark brown hue as a eye color. Piercing wise they have two cartilage piercings on each ear and one on each lobe along with a tongue piercing. For tattoos they have a small tattoo on their collar bone that says 'I'm Not Your Hero' along with a Edgar all Poe quote on the crease of their inner arm that says "He's Just A Poe Boy From A Poe Family."




    History »
    — As a child Max grew up alone and often held themselves away from people both emotionally and physically. It was all because of their mother's influence, though. Their mother often scolded them when they corrected people that called them by "her" to something along the lines of "them" or "they". So, basically their parents were super religious and thought it was sinful to think that and to go against your birth identity.




    As a preteen they weren't as bad as keeping themselves away socially but often had problems with their sexuality. Other girls would swoon because of a crush or so while they just stood there, unsure of why they didn't do the same. At first they were told it was okay to also compliment the way girls look and that girls could call each other names such as "beautiful" and "cute" but that soon developed into a even deeper feeling to them. After time they came to admit that they were emotionally and physically attracted to the same sex and even found the opposite one rather disturbing anatomy wise.




    As a teenager their father left their mother after a huge fight, leaving their mother, brother, and them to be thrown on the street and unable to pay for their house. It took a long time for them to get back into a trashy apartment but they did so, keeping together as a family. That was when Max began to date other girls and become socially acceptable, their mother a bit too depressed for them to fulfill their social needs with their family. By time college rolled around they became very socially popular and many people wanted to be around them, no matter how much they would tell them that she was both gender neutral and gay. They all accepted them and gave them a spot of hope, which leads on to college and so. After that they basically just start trying to focus educationally while still keeping their partying on.[/fancypost]


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    Marilyn stared at herself in the mirror. Her fake blonde hair fell past her shoulders, ruffled. Her thin fingers ran slowly though her locks and began to bunch her hair up. She took the ponytail off of her wrist and began twisting it around her hair and easily forms it into a messy bun. A small smile currled onto her lips as she hooked chandelier earings into her earlobe.
    All of a sudden, Marilyn's phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled out the phone and saw a text from her little brother Bennet. It read "Good luck on your first day of Art School. Luv u sis." Marilyn chuckled and shoved her phone back into her pocket. It wasn't like Marilyn was nervous or anything. It was Bennet who was nervous for Marilyn.
    Before leaving the bathroom, Marilyn adjusted her white tank top that read "Just Chill." across her chest and pulled up her ripped skinney jeans. She smirked at herself in the mirror then walked out of the bathroom. She snatched her backpack, which was covered with small buttons of different fandoms, and left her dorm room. Her first class was in a couple of minutes, so she needed to get going.
    Marilyn headed quickly down the hall. She passed a group of girls who smiled at her. Marilyn sent them a smirk before finding her way to her class. Once she walked into the room, the smell of different kinds of paints attacked her nose.
    "Your seats are assigned, please reffer to the sheet on the podium for your seat" boomed the professer at the front of the room. Marilyn weaved through the other students to the podium to see were she sat.
    "Yes!" she exclaimed quietly to herself when she saw her spot was one of the tables in the front. There was something about sitting in the first seats in a class that made her comfortable. And with that, she sat down at the table she was assigned. Excitement slowly began to build inside of her as she waited silently for her first class to begin.




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    Marilyn was taking out her sketch book when her table partner sat next to her. "Hey, I'm Max." the person had introduced. Marilyn smiled wide. She didn't feel any awkward aura around Max like Marilyn almost always felt around other people. A lot of people these days seemed socially awkward. Not Marilyn. She was confident and loud.
    "Hi," Marilyn spoke, "I'm Marilyn." She was about to continue the conversation, but she was interrupted by the professor clapping his hands to get her new classmate's attention.
    "Students, My name is Professer Long." he began. Marilyn quickly rummaged through her backpack to find a pencil. When she sat up, the Professer was looking at her. Instead of calling out Marilyn for not paying attention, he just continued.
    "Your first assignment is to draw the face of your table mate. I don't care what style it is. Realistic, cartoon, anime, what ever. It's a great way to connect with your table mate because they are who you're sitting next to for the rest of the year." he explained.
    Marilyn turned to Max. "It's your lucky day. I don't usually let people draw my face" Marilyn chuckled softly. Back in high school, she hung around all the other artists. Many had asked her to model, but she wasn't the modeling type. Besides, she was either bent over her sketch book or out partying. [/fancypost]

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    Marilyn stifled a small chuckle when she heard Max's story. She didn't really have any war stories like Max's but it wasn't like Marilyn could go around saying that she spray painted a giant middle finger with the words "Skool Suks" in a harsh font. She didn't feel like incriminating herself because of her stupid high school years.
    She leaned over and took a glance at Max's drawing. It was actually really good. Impressed, Marilyn looked up to Max and said "It's perfect." Then she opened her own sketchbook, and she took out her pencil sharpener and blending stump. "Now it's your turn" Marilyn said softly as she dove into her art.
    Starting with the eyes, she began with a few rough lines. From there, she used the size of Max's eye to determine some of Max's other facial features. Despite that this was a popular technique, Marilyn found it nice for her style. Her portrait pictures weren't 100% realistic. It was like a mix between photo realistic and anime. She felt that if she needed a realistic picture of someone's face, why not just use a camera and take a photo.
    Marilyn finished within 25 minutes. She spent more time on Max's facial features than the shading because Max had a more pale complexion. If anything her shadows just needed to be a little more drastic. Placing her pencil to the side, she then gave Max her sketchbook so Max could see the final product.
    "How's that? It's not too realistic. I try not to be so precise. I feel that the only time I should use realistic features is when I'm making some kind of monster or mutant or whatever" Marilyn explained with a smile. She didn't really care if Max liked it or not. The only person's opinion Marilyn worried about was her professor's and her own.




    (Sorry I couldn't reply till now. I was off partying with my friends for New Years)[/fancypost]

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    "Thanks" Said Marilyn with manners. She found it to be barbaric to not use proper manners when someone does something nice for her, or compliments her. It was how she was raised. Her step mother was a kind, respectable woman. Marilyn may not have been related to her step mother, but she most certainly adopted her social manners.
    "You know what, Max?" Marilyn began, "You're pretty cool. What are you doing after your college classes today?" She asked sweetly. Marilyn had closed her sketch book and moved it to the side. Her green-brown eyes sized up Max. She seemed like the party kind of person.
    When Marilyn got to her dorm last night, her roommate told her that there was going to be a party at some frat house tonight. Being the social, hardcore, butterfly Marilyn was, she accepted with a big 'Heck yea! It wasn't like she was attracted to boys or anything. At least she wouldn't wake up next to some random college doofus and being pregnant with his child.
    "There is this party at a frat house later tonight. Wanna go together?" Marilyn finally asked. She bit the inside of her bottom lip with a hopeful gaze. It was a small habit of hers when she felt anticipated.[/fancypost]

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    "Sweet!" Marilyn exclaimed. Her exclamation caught the attention of her professer, and she began walking towards Marilyn. A little color flushed into her cheeks out of a small twinge of embarrassment. She hadn't meant to be loud.
    "I take it that you two are finished? Why don't you show me those sketches" the professor asked. Marilyn nodded and opened her sketchbook to Max's face. The professor stared long and hard. Marklyn chewed the inside of her bottom lip as she waited patiently for the professor's feed back.
    "The shading is good. You can tell she has a pale complexion" the professor began. She placed the sketch book in front of Marilyn and then turned to Max. "And you?" she asked.




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    [size=11pt] yay! I'm excited to rp her. She's a different cat than my usual cats so I wanna see how far I can get with her. And as for Jupiter, of course. He can come in at some point in the future. If the thread is dying we can just cause drama with Jupiter lol. I'll get started on Greywhisker's profile asap. It seems the females are dominating the ammount of males in a male biased society lol[/size]

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    [size=13pt]Sleepyfoot;;[/size]
    As the sun slowly began to rise, a small ray of sun shined into Sleepyfoot's den. Curled in a very awkward position away from the bed of moss was the slumbering body of Sleepyfoot. She wasn't exactly in a deep sleep, but she was very much close to waking up. Her dream, full of all sorts of delights like prey and the faint figure of a she-cat that appeared to be her mother, was slowly coming to a close. Within a matter of seconds, Sleepyfoot jolted awake.
    The calico slowly stood to her feet and shook her pelt of debris, but it was no use. She'd have to clean the dirt from the den's floor out of her fur later. Instead of pausing to clean it now, her stomach erupted with a loud growl which called Sleepyfoot's attention to her hunger.
    She stepped out of her den quickly, food being her mission. She winced as the bright dawn light took her off guard. She had to blink a few times to get used to the new brightness. She wasted no more time and headed towards the fresh kill pile. To her disappointment, the pile was empty. She let a soft sigh and carried her hunger-stricken body back towards her den. Movement by the king's den intercepted her attention.
    Sleepyfoot gazed at her king, Elmstar, perched next to his daughter Skystorm. Compared to his daughter, Elmstar resembled a dead cat walking. The fact he caught green cough at his old age is fatal to his condition. With prey low as it is now, it's surly not helping Elmstar's condition in any way. She made a mental note to get herbs to her king later, but what was the point if there was no food to eat with it? Herbs were usually bitter and eating prey with food would help with the healing process.
    Instead of entering her den, she sat out side of it, laying in the small amount of sunlight for a possible cat nap. Considering no one really needed saving, Sleepyfoot had a chance to relax in the sun.
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    [size=11pt]yay yay I'm done with Greywhisker. I hope I covered everything[/size]