Ambition >> Full >> Closed

so, granted, this one's drawn out and frantic but it's one of my favorite starters i've ever done, so

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Run.

Footsteps fell quickly on the ground, making their way lightly across uneven forest flooring despite just how long their owner had been moving. They had to be light. Light meant harder to hear, harder to trace. Even in the dark, that was important.

Run.

Hands shaking, eyes blurred with tears. Elena's back burned, the memory of the knife and the wound left behind refusing to let her be. She needed to find something. A motel, an alley, anything to get fixed up and pass out in. Hospitals were absolutely out of the question. For all anyone knew, she was dead or on the run from her home. That was how she needed it.

Elena Alilat didn't exist anymore. All that was left was Elena, and whatever fake last name became the one she used. And right now, she once again was without a home. It had been stolen from her by the people she trusted.

Run, and don't stop.

A light through the trees brought a shaky and quiet sob to her lips, and the girl broke through the trees soon after. A dog barking, chickens upset at being disturbed. All she could do as the dog–gods, what breed was that–ran towards her was drop to her knees, shaking and unable to stop.

The dog, however, didn't have a problem stopping.

She had never been sure what it was, but animals welcomed her presence. Maybe she could attribute that to her mother. Whatever the cause, she was grateful now, as the dog came to a sudden stop in front of her to sniff. Gods above, please let these people be friendly enough to give me directions.

I'd be lying to say this didn't intrigue me right off the bat. I'm a big fan of your writing, for certain. I welcome you with open arms!

thank you!! it's a sample from a rp about the children of greek gods(not pjo), and this poor character had just gone through a metaphorical hell–pardon my french–and the loss of her home, again.

i can't wait!

Nor can I! And that sounds like quite an interesting role-play. I bet that was fun.

(May I stalk this? By the way, @Gentleman, you seem pretty cool. I like you from what I've seen of you so far.)

Of course you may stalk! And— thank you. I feel like thank you is a bland response to such kind words, but it's the best I can offer. You are all so incredibly kind, and I've hardly known you but for a few minutes.

Indeed, indeed. "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing," after all.
I too am on a path of discovery. I am somewhat close to Catholicism, but the church I actually come from is the Charismatic Episcopal Church. Though I think proper doctrine is hugely important. I think those that think the right thing can be outstripped by those of steadfast faith.
Well I suppose we shall all see.

I think people undervalue the power of that statement.
I love meeting others who are seeking as well, and I wish you God speed on your path! I agree; proper doctrine is a necessity. But, I agree just as wholeheartedly to faith being one of the most powerful components. Sincerity to God, an open heart, and a desire to further His Kingdom goes a long way, truly. The rest falls in line as the person seeks and allows themselves to learn the truth.
Yes, we shall. And, by all means, if my role-playing is trash, someone tell me.

(Ah, much appreciated. And hey, albeit bland, a simple 'thank you' is sometimes all that needs be said. And I'm glad that you think us kind. I'm glad to have made a good first impression.)

You most certainly have. And, that's very true; a simple thanks goes a long way.

That will be perfectly fine with me.

(hey, could I stalk?? This looks like such an interesting RP (and it's got some people that I know are good so yay), and I'd love to stalk if I may?)

(hey, could I stalk?? This looks like such an interesting RP (and it's got some people that I know are good so yay), and I'd love to stalk if I may?)

You absolutely may.

(hey, could I stalk?? This looks like such an interesting RP (and it's got some people that I know are good so yay), and I'd love to stalk if I may?)

You absolutely may.

(Yay, thank you!)

Name/Nickname—
Eris Tyr [Tyr, Verity, occasionally Swallow]

Age—
16

Grade—
Sophomore

Gender—
Female

Backstory—
For my own love of sprinkling in little tidbits, I'll give important parts, and keep the rest vague.

Her mother was modern royalty from Greece, and her father was a politician. While growing up, Eris was fawned over and showed an immense amount of love, the pride of her family.

That met a quick end when her mother was diagnosed with a kind of cancer affecting her kidney. In an attempt to help her, Eris offered up her own, going through with the operation immediately after the doctors found that they had the same blood type. With a fresh scar and a newly missing kidney(she has the other, don't worry), she was out of her hospital bed as soon as her mother's surgery was over. No one had expected the complications, and her mother had died during.

Her father, Richard Tyr, blamed her for this. From then on, her life was a living hell with him, until she finally managed to end up at the school. This is her chance t either get away from her father, or make him proud, and she isn't about to let go of that.

Personality—
Has some sociopathic tendencies, spawned from the trauma she's experienced at her father's hands. She'll do anything to further herself, though through out the rp she might become more focused on her friends, as opposed to her beginning willingness to step on anyone in her way. Headstrong. Cunning, and is always watching for an opportunity to knock someone directly out of her way. Even in ways that aren't…legal. Despite all that, once you've earned her loyalty, it's almost scary the lengths she'll go to protect you. Her investments are important, after all.
She isn't all sharp edges and knife-smiles, though. She's got sweet spots, a love for animals and baking being up there. Scented candles and sweets may or may not be her kryptonite, too.

Strengths–
Proud and confident. She's gorgeous, and knows how to use it to her advantage. Wicked smart, and a self and else wise taught master of multiple different fighting styles. Has connections in many places, and isn't afraid to get her hands dirty, even if she prefers paying someone else to do it. Money.

Weaknesses–
Her pride is her biggest problem, as well. Coming from a family of politicians, she's been raised on a steady diet of 'you're better than everyone', even though she has some major self worth issues. She doesn't trust male authority figures at all, and will often refuse to acknowledge them if singled out. She's also terrified of dark, small spaces. Like closets.

Appearance—

Build/height–
5'7, built with decent muscle packing slim curves to her form. She's toned, visibly.

Complexion/skin-tone–
Naturally tanned, one of the few traits she inherited from her mother. That, and her near-supernatural(a running joke among students) skin. Flawless, except for freckles on her shoulders when she spends time in the sun.

Facial features/eye color–
Her eyes are a striking arctic blue, sort of an almond-like shape, if a bit rounder. Long lashes, and a little scar on her bottom lip. Her makeup is always to the nines.

Preferred outfit–
Girl dresses nice. Dark-wash skinny jeans, skin-tight tank tops and fitted blazers, all from well-known, expensive brands. Her main color palette involves dark colors, mainly blacks, dark greys, and blues for a splash of color. Dresses like you wish you could. Heels are her trademark, no mater the occasion or how functional they are in the situation. She can run in them.

Extra–
Her hair is a paler blonde, cut in a short style that's usually wavy, unless she's straightened or curled it.
She has a tattoo that's only visible when she's in athletic gear, a tattoo on her lower back(tramp-stamp type) of two crossed swords, framed by vines. It's a tribute to her mother's maiden name, Andreas, meaning warrior.

Other—
On the anniversary of her mother's death, she convinces the kitchen staff to let her make baklava, which had been one of her mother's favorite things to make.

((let me know if there's anything that needs changed!))

Ah, I'm fond of her already. Nicely done.

Name/Nickname— Merritt Malcolm. His mother used to call him Merry, but he never liked it because it sounded too much like "Mary."
Age— 17
Grade— Junior/11th
Gender— Male
Backstory— Merritt's family was not as impoverished as some, but they were by no means wealthy and lived in a slum on the edge of town. His childhood was a decent one, of games with his younger brother, venturing into the forests outside of the city, and exploring the abandoned houses on their street, and though his family never had the most delicious meals or the foods he would've preferred, he rarely went to bed hungry. They had electricity and running water, and he tried his best to be content. When he graduated the 8th grade, his parents couldn't afford anything beyond that, and Merritt realized, quite bitterly, that his life would not get any better from this point forward. At eighteen, he'd have to pick up a crummy job and pray to heaven that he could somehow support a family— granting that he even got lucky enough to have a family. Suddenly the impending doom of his financial and education troubles seemed real, quite a terrifying thing for a boy who was hardly thirteen. He begged his parents for help, for ideas, for anything, to help him continue his studies. Public school was not an option, but he took up a job in the evenings, doing hard labor that no one else wanted, and with the money he earned and what his parents could manage to donate, he was able to continue some of his learning through an online homeschooling program. Unfortunately, the price of the program spiked last year, and his pitiful little job could no longer keep him going. His homeschooling ceased— along with his chances of having a future. He was doomed to a life of poverty.
His parents, throughout all of this, unintentionally pressured him. They attempted to be supportive, reassuring him that he was well smart enough to earn scholarships, but they weren't the most empathetic, and their good-intentions came across strong, even demanding. He felt as if they would not be proud of him if he did not finish his last two years of high school and attend college. If he did not make something of himself, not only would his future be ruined, but his family would be disappointed.
The opportunity at the school seemed like a longshot, but it was a shot he was not willing to pass up. He entered into the lottery with no high-hopes of winning, but a miracle happened, and his name was one of the lucky few chosen.
Now, he only hopes he can make himself worthy of being chosen.
Personality—
He's a tenderhearted fellow, though he tries not to be obvious about it. His father always taught him that it was alright to be somewhat sensitive as a male, but Merritt always feared he was a little too sensitive, and doesn't want to be perceived as weak. He cares what other people think about him, whether he can verbally admit it or not. He wants people to like him. But, he's socially awkward and never knows how to behave around strangers. He tends to clam up and is quite reserved at first. He's hard on himself and always wants to be the best— not because he wants to "beat" other people, but because he needs that reassurance for himself. He's very loyal, and incredibly innocent for his age. He's smart, but also a tad naive, only because he hasn't experienced people enough to realize how deep evil runs. He has a lot of morals, which is good, but he is a terrible liar and gets anxiety at the thought of breaking any sort of rules or getting in trouble.
Strengths– Clever. Empathetic. Responsible. Firm in his morals— or at least, tries to be. Pretty fast runner.
Weaknesses– Practically no self-esteem. Sensitive. Easily embarrassed. Terrified of being considered a failure. Not physically very strong. Gullible and easily manipulated because of his kindness.
Appearance—
Build/height– Not scrawny, but thin, with an average build. He stands at around 5'9 at the tallest, though he claims 5'10— at least until he feels bad for lying and corrects himself. His feet, however, are a bit on the large side given his proportions.
Complexion/skin-tone– Fair skin that burns in the sunlight rather than tans. No freckles, though he does have a big birthmark on his stomach.
Hair– (I forgot to put this section in here. My bad. Apologies.) Coffee-brown hair with a slight kink to it. It is very thick, messy, and fluffy. Tends to stick in all directions, which causes him great irritation, and he constantly tries to fix it.
Facial features/eye color– Dark, thoughtful eyes, grey in color. His face is softer, heart-shaped. His most eye-catching features would be his eyes and his smile, though he doesn't smile much because his teeth have a slight gap and three on the bottom are slightly crooked. His mother tells him he is charming, but he doesn't believe her.
Preferred outfit– He used to only wear comfortable, casual clothing, but for school he has made a promise to himself to dress nice. Unfortunately for him, his wardrobe does not consist of "nice" clothes, so he tends to wear slightly worn, dark jeans and old dress shirts that used to belong to his father— many of which are a tad too large and stained with coffee or cigarette burns. He wears large, round, thick-framed glasses.
Extra–
Other— I wanted to make this more detailed, but I haven't. He will undoubtedly get more fleshed out during the role-play.

((he is a very good child and i would fight to the death for him. unfortunately, eris will call him weak-willed, or 'of absolutely no mettle, whatsoever' at some point and i'd like to apologize ahead of time))

(No apology needed. Characters are beautiful, but they are no fun if there's no pain involved whatsoever. Feel free to dish out abuse on any of my characters. They may mind, but I will not.)

((she wont bully him too much, i promise you that. just a bit. more a character building thing than anything. she wont ever admit it, but she does like fostering her own competition, because she believes she's the only one who can teach someone to outmatch her))

(I like it, I like it. I'm a little giddy about this role-play, really. I hope it goes well.)

(I think it'll be epic! Still tryna get my character up tho. Sorry for taking so long. I'll have them up ASAP!)

(You're not taking too long. I'm happy to wait for everyone.)

(Stalking.)

(Stalking.)

Go right ahead.

(I'm stalking this. It sounds amazing, and I love it.)

(@Crackpipedreamer I see you too are a person of culture then. :) Thank you.)

(I'm stalking this. It sounds amazing, and I love it.)

Awesome. I'm glad you think it seems interesting.

(Imma just drop this here. I don't usually do girl characters but I decided hey why not give it a try)

Name/Nickname— Greer Bensen
Age— 15
Grade— Sophomore
Gender— Female
Backstory— Greer was born into a wealthy family, and it was initially thought that she would easily finish high-school and go to college— but, her mother died right before she started high-school, and by the time she was finishing up her senior year, her father had turned to gambling and alcohol as a coping mechanism and lost all of their fortune. Greer signed up for the lottery in hopes of getting a second chance, and she got it.
Personality— Probably INTP. Greer has a good heart, but she's not really that sensitive. She keeps to herself, but if you ask her a question, expect the blunt truth. Sometimes she comes across a bit colder than intended and can hurt people's feelings. Being smart and logical is more important to her than having friends. She's loyal to her friends, though, and will do anything for them. Or at least, she would, if she had any. She's a tad chaotic and very adventurous most of the time. She loves technology and is the type of person who might blow something up by accident.
Strengths– She's very smart, honestly, loyal, and trustworthy.
Weaknesses– Very scatter-brained, chaotic, distrustful of others, and easily bored.
Appearance—
Build/height– About 5'6. Average build. Average width hips and shoulders, though she tends to carry most of her weight around her hips.
Complexion/skin-tone– Light skin, with a few faint freckles on the bridge of her nose.
Facial features/eye color– Medium blue eyes, with soft facial features and long eyelashes (though they're blonde, so you can't see them as well). Lips of average fullness, leaning more towards thin. She doesn't wear makeup.
Preferred outfit– Oversized hoodies and comfy pants. She might've been rich before, but she never really looked it, and she never cared whether people worried about it or not. She wears thin-framed green glasses.
Extra– Dirty blonde, wavy, waist-length hair, usually pulled back into a messy bun.
Other— This was really quickly done, so I'm sorry if it's wonky.

((i can't tell if everyone's characters clash with eris, or if eris just clashes with everyone. it's very likely the latter))

(That makes it interesting.)