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Yes, please do! I always like to have some sort of template.
Anyone wanna do a gang/romance one on one?
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Of course! I'll post one up!
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Name: Vivian Noelle Hendrix
Age: 20yrs
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: 5'3, red hair, freckles, green/blue eyes, a birthmark on her inner right arm
(https://mrsmarina.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/braids-and-strawberry-blonde.jpg)
Personality: Vivian is quiet, submissive, overly apologetic but she works harder than almost anyone else and is determined to prove her worth to herself and her family. For the most part, she's an eager to please, loyal person who is more than keen to carry out any mission assigned to her. Growing up, she was taught that rules were in place for a reason and not following them could lead to disastrous consequences so she follows the rules down to the letter, never doing anything that she knows will upset anyone. She's a well-mannered, sweet young woman who goes out of her way to make someone smile, often baking and painting in her spare time. Though she still hasn't magically turned into the confident leader that everyone wants, she has grow more of a spine over the years.
Background: Vivian was the third born child to a scientist and Politian. Due to their very demanding careers her parents left their children under the care of a nanny who looked after them like they were her own children. As she grew older she was under constant pressure to get good grades, be social, and just be the perfect child like John and Monica, her older siblings. They were both naturally graceful, well-manner, and brilliant like their parents wanted but Vivian was more clumsy and awkward in social situations. While she did behave, she just didn't meet her parents' standards. The one thing she seemed to be good at was gymnastics but even then she didn't live up to par. Vivian did fairly well in school but she preferred to be off doing her own thing. When Vivian was in high-school, John became a lawyer and Monica, a surgeon. She, not nearly as ambitious as the rest of the family, wants to open a bakery. When she spoke to her parents about it, they found the idea less than amusing. Why couldn't she become a scientist, a Politian, a surgeon, or a lawyer like the rest of her family. Why couldn't she be as good as her siblings? Her parents cut her off from any money and set her off on her own. She scraped and saved and managed to collect enough money to get herself through college. Living on campus wasn't an option so she rents a tiny apartment that's a ten minute walk to campus.
Any other facts: She owns a giant male 235lbs English Mastiff named Cavall.
I hope she's okay! Let me know if anything needs to be changed.
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(Ooh I like her! Also I hope you don't mind i'm using the same character as I am for the other rp of this, it was a certain character that was made for this haha)
Name: Ashton "Ashford" Credia
Age: 23 yrs old (hoping that's not to old lol)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/493566440411002675/ (His eyes are a very light almost silver blue if it's hard to tell, and he has a tattoo on the back of his neck)
Personality: Usually acts cold and rude to others unless it involves his gang. Growing up in a harsh environment made him not like many people, unless of course they have caught his interest. When he wants something from someone he will usually act super flirtatious. He learned to be a natural flirt when he was very young. More will be decided in RP
Background: He grew up in a broken home and was never really at his own home. His mother had left him at a young age for various reasons, and his father was a heartless drunk. He joined a gang when he was really young, explaining why he is a gang member. More will be decided in RP lol
Any other facts: He wears a ring with a silver dragon on it on his thumb, to show he is the gang leader. His gang is named the Silver Dragons.
Sorry its not as detailed as yours! I like to progress with my characters.
(He looks really good!)
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(Thank you! Also sorry it took me so long to respond I was in a place with no internet!)
(It's completely fine! I've had a busy two days so my replies would've been slow anyhow.)
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(Okie doke then!)
(Are we ready to start?)
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(Yup! Are you fine with starting?)
(Yeah, sure! Where should we start?)
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(Hmm, perhaps before the fight? Maybe your character either makes contact with mine before or she walks in while its starting to happen.)
(I'll have her walk by as the fight is starting to happen. My post will be up soon.)
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(Okie doke then)
Vivian hums quietly to herself as she strolls along the pathway leading back to her apartment. Her last class of the day just ended so she finally gets to go home and relax. An open sketchpad is nestled in her arms. She's drawn out the layout of her dream bakery. It'll probably never happen but she can still hope. A noise in a nearby alleyway catches her attention. She clothes her sketchbook and sets it on top of the other books in her arms before smoothing out her simple white lace summer dress. She pauses and glances around. There appear to be a couple of people hanging around nearby and none of them look very friendly. Tensing up, she nervously tucks one of her red curls that's escaped from her ponytail behind her ear.
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Ashton had Alexander, the a member of an rival gang, pushed up against the hard brick stone walls of the alleyway they were in. A few of Alexander's boys were knocked out while the others were standing there, with fearful looks. Just a few minutes before this Alexander and a few of his guys had decided to ambush Ashton and a few of his boys while they were smoking in that alley. Holding up the cigarette he had been smoking before, Ashton blew the smoke into Alexander's face and smirked. They had fought once before, except that time it had just been the two of them, and of course Ashton won. "Well lookie here boys if it isn't little poor Alexander coming to play with the big boys again." Ashton and his gang of boys chuckled, not noticing the girl who was watching.
Vivian studies the scene nervously. Now to be fair, she has no idea what happened to led up to this but what she's seeing right now makes the man with the other man pinned against the wall look very bad. As much as she hates this, there's not much she can do. She can't fight and even if she could, she wouldn't intervene. Not saying a word, she steps back and pulls out her phone. It's best to just leave this up to the cops. An operator picks up at once and she quietly explains the situation. The man on the line assures her that someone will be by shortly to handle the situation. She decides to stick around to make sure that no one gets hurt. This, of course, doesn't mean that she plans on staying in sight. She ducks behind the brick wall and rolls her shoulder back. Only a few more minutes and then she can go home.
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Tilting his head, Ashton looked behind and straight at Vivian. He had heard her footsteps and had hoped it wasn't one of Alexander's fellow gang members, but not quite expecting this random girl to be standing there. People would usually see something like this and just walk away, only this girl was here and with a phone in hand. Putting the cigarette in his hand with the corner of his mouth and inhaling some of the smoke, he nodded towards the girl. "And it seems a new person has arrived, if you guys could please welcome our new friend." Smoke between each one of his words. Two of the men who were the closest to the random girl each grabbed one of her arms and slowly pulled her right next to Ashton. They let go of her, but still stood close by her in case she tried to run. "Hello there gorgeous, what might be your name?"
Vivian squeaks when two strange men grab her by the arms and pull her over to another man. This situation doesn't seem as though it's going to bode well for her. This is what she gets for getting involved. She should have kept her head down and kept walking like any normal person would have done. Meddling was stupid. "I would rather not give out that information, thank you." There's no way she's telling her name to a man who looks as though he was just beating up another man. "Excuse me, please, my family is expecting me to be home and they would be very worried if I didn't show up." She lives by herself but these people don't need to know that. She takes a few steps back and hopes that the cops arrive soon.
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Rolling his eyes Ashton kicked Alexander in the stomach and shoved him down onto the ground. He turned around and faced her, taking a moment to flick his cigarette to the ground as well. "Aw that's too bad, we have all the time in the world too." A few of the men around them snickered at his words. "It's not like the police will want to bother with the Silver dragons anyways." His eyes flashed with his words. "And it's not everyday some cute girl happens to walk by when I get challenged by a rival." Sure Ashton could get any girl or guy he wanted, but there was just no person that interested him. Until now at least. Although, he could tell she was lying about her family.
Vivian flinches when she sees the man get punched and then shoved to the ground. Oh, no. Leave it to her to get mixed in with a gang. "Please leave me alone. I don't want to get involved in any of this, I just want to go home." All she wants to do is go home. She takes a few more steps back before turning and starting to walk away as quickly as possible without actually running. As long as she gets to a public place she should be okay. She desperately looks around for any other people that she can hide behind. It's not the best strategy in the world but it's not as though she has very many options. Now is when she really starts to regret not taking Cavall with her to class. No one would mess with her then.
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Smirking Ashton whistled at the two boys who had brought her to him and they nodded towards him. Silently walking through the crowds they blended in with the people but keeping up pace with where she was going. She didn't really think she was going to just walk in like that? Ashton and the remainder of his guys started walking away from the beaten Alexander and his boys. They walked in the crowds as well and kept watch of the two men who followed the girl. The two were in steady pace with her steps and made sure she was in complete view.
Vivian pauses just long enough to peel off her scandals. While she may not be very strong, she is pretty fast and nimble. Three years of track and field in high school proves that. She glances over her shoulder briefly to make sure that the coast is clear before taking off like a shot, keeping her books pressed up against her chest as she weaves through the crowd. A few minutes later, she arrives at her apartment building. Keeping her pace urgent, she pulls out her keys and bursts into her apartment. She doesn't hesitate to slam the door shut and lock it behind her. Cavall, her big mastiff, comes barreling over to her, beyond excited that she's home.
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The two men who had been following her nearly lost track of where she had been going had it not been for her red hair. They and Ashton who had been watching from afar had been surprised at how fast and nimble she was. Sitting down on a car hood down the street from where her apartment building lay, Ashton threw a phone at them. Nodding in understanding they walked down and stopped in front of her building and took a picture of its address. Walking back to him they handed him the phone and he looked at the picture, smirking. You are one, interesting girl.
Vivian leans heavily against the door, her heart racing in her chest. Today turned out to be a whole lot more interesting than she had originally thought it would be. She was just supposed to attend her classes and then go home, not get caught up with whatever that was. She checks to make sure that the door is locked one more time before she drops her books on the couch and wanders over to the window. Lifting up the blinds slightly, she peers out and looks around for the men who had been chasing her. Cavall, still wanting attention, nudges her legs with his large head. “Sorry, baby,” She says softly before closing the blind and wrapping her teddy bear of a dog in a big hug.
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Ashton and his men lingered a few more minutes before disappearing into the crowds again. Walking up to where they lived, just down the road from campus, they entered slowly. While the other men headed to their own rooms, Ashton stayed in the lounge. He pulled up his phone and looked at the picture his men took of the strange girl's apartment building. Tilting his head he chuckled to himself and went upstairs to lay down in his own room. Every time he and his boys got into fights he liked to have his alone time, but thoughts of the strange girl still plagued his mind. Who might you be?
Vivian showers Cavall with affection, her body trembling lightly. That had been a terrifying experience. She waits for a few minutes before looking out the window once more. There's no sign of the men from earlier. Breathing a sigh of relief, she takes Cavall's leash off of it's peg and clips it onto his leash. She makes certain that she has the 9 and the 1 already dialed on her phone before she exits the apartment, the Mastiff at her side. As much as she would love to skip their daily walk, it's not fair to Cavall. The dog spends a good chunk of the day in the apartment building and looks forward to his walks. She heads down the sidewalk and hums a song quietly. Just having the massive dog beside her makes her feel safer.
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Ashton had left his room and went out quietly for a walk. The other men had been to busy partying to notice him slip out of the house. Walking down the streets he observed the settings. There weren't many people who were walking around, just a few dog walkers here and there but that was it. It surprised him that there were any people who walked around where he was, considering it was known as gang territory, but he guessed they just didn't know that. He continued walking silently.
Vivian continues to hum happily as she and Cavall stroll along the sidewalk. The two soon reach a large park. “Okay, baby, go play.” She unclips his leash and sends him off to go run. Many people are intimidated by the dog but he’s perfectly well trained and wouldn’t hurt a fly unless provoked. She watches him for a moment before taking a seat on a bench and setting his leash down on her lap. She sighs contently and pulls a small camera out of her bag. Photography is a hobby of hers, even if she’s not that great at it. With a soft smile on her face, she snaps a few pictures of the frolicking Mastiff.