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name: Luke brown
age: 17
Gender: male
Appearance: short wavy dirty blonde hair ocean blue eyes, he is about 5'10. he usually wears blue jeans and any color t-shirt and a black leather jacket. has a muscular lean body.
personality: he is very sarcastic. he is a shy person to people he has not met but wants you get to know him he is nice and tries to push people away because he doesn't want to get attached.
other: i am really bad at making characters but here you go…
Name: Adriana Kelly
Age: 17 3/4
Gender: Female
Appearance: Long, red hair that goes down to about her hips and majestic blue eyes, gentle and round in shape and soft in colour. Her skin is a bit on the paler side and her body is sprayed head to toe with freckles. She has a pear-shaped figure and has a flat stomach. 5'6" is her height.
Personality: INFP-T. Sarcastic yet kind.
Other: She is le bisexual
Name: Johanna Eral
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: Round gray eyes she picked up from her mother's side of her family. She has a pair of spectacles on the bridge of her rather long, thin nose. Her lips are also equally as thin and she has high cheekbones, that especially stand out when she smiles. Her hair is hidden under a mob of curly dark hair, that even when wet, sticks out. The only way she can get it straight enough to wash it is to wet it thoroughly and brush it real hard. Extremely tall at 6'5 and well built. Tan and rather dark to begin with.
Personality: She's rather quiet and watchful. She's the type of person one would like to witness a crime, because she would remember every small detail. Claims she has photograpic memory, even though it was her father's watchful eye that got passed to her. Always trying to seem impressive around others and assert dominance through smarts. Extremely intelligent; feels there is no excuse for her not to be. Schooled into her by her mother. Can argue very well, as well as technical writing. 100% perfectionist.
Other: This is from another RP of mine but I want to use these again.
Name: Oliver Mercado
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short, medium skin tone, dark hair that’s long on top and short on the sides. Filipino. Fairly muscular. Brown eyes. Easy smile, faint freckles.
Personality: Observant, friendly, way too nice, good at making friends and conflict de-escalation. Very social and cares a lot about his friends. Has some anger issues.
Name: Raiden Hathoff
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: Sea-gray eyes, shaggy dirty blonde hair, 6' 3". An aura that makes you feel like he's never quite in reality. Features are defined and sharp, body shape isn't quite lanky, but close. He has a small raven tattoo on the underside of his left wrist, a reminder of his mother who died when he was 17. He usually is dressed in a dark hoodie and worn out jeans, with earbuds in just to ward off people who try to start conversation.
Personality: Extremely introverted, but unexpectedly gentle and kind. He has a soft voice, small gestures, slow responses - but behind all that he has a very witty mind. People often judge him on his timid nature, but he's used to it.
T'was the eve of February 23rd… A light snowfall, rather strange for so late in winter A full moon illuminating the night. An air of suspense to 226 Stoneview Drive, where it appeared there was some sort of a party. There were decorations and such, but no one was there. The 5 guests that had been invited were yet to arrive. But it wouldn't be long. Aliea knew.
(Welcome to my rp… ;) Thank you all for joining! I will be narrating and such, adding in snippets here and there. I hope you enjoy it! Please follow the rules – mainly about grammar and 3 sentences – and there will be no discrepancies! There will be one warning issued via PM should you break a rule.)
Johanna slowly approached the address, 226 Stoneview drive, her long velvet-red dress swishing around her ankles as she moved towards the home (mansion? Idk lol). Her high-heeled boots clacked the gravel under them as she approached it smartly, looking this way and that before knocking soundly on the door.
The door was incredibly large, fit for a man slightly shorter than twice the size of Johanna, even taking her height into consideration. It was made of a rich material, mahogany possible. It swung open right after Johanna's knock. It was almost as if someone had been standing there, waiting.
A woman was revealed. She was tall, but shorted than Johanna, and it certainly didn't appear that she needed as tall of a door like what she had. Her hazel eyes looked Johanna up and down curiously. Yes, she was one that received the invitation, Aliea was sure of it. "Hello. Johanna Eral, correct?"
Oliver swallowed as his carriage approached the grand house. He put on his mask, making sure it covered his face. This was a masquerade ball after all. He tugged at the sleeves of his grand waistcoat that was ornamented with swirling gold patterns on the arms and back. His mask matched. His carriage stopped in front of the house and he stepped out, walking towards the tall, grand doors.
Aliea lifted her chin in acknowledgement of the boy that was approaching. His attire was striking, and perfect for the night at hand. She watched his carriage pull off as he strode towards the mansion. "Hello," she called simply to him. Her voice was soft, but it carried.
Johnanna seemed to be expecting someone much taller at the door, considering the huge threshold. She even stepped back as the door opened, and her neat eyebrows flew up to almost greet her hair, where it was pulled back at the appearance of the girl.
"Yes, I am." She looked over her shoulder at the approaching boy.
Meanwhile, Raiden was meandering along Stoneview Drive. It was a rather peaceful winter day, a strikingly alluring moon lighting up the sky, and the sky itself a shade of dark indigo. The night was quiet and calm with a light snow sprinkling down. His silver mask relished in the moonlight, reflecting into the darkness. Curiously he wondered why anyone would house a party and interrupt the beauty of the night.
Nevertheless, it was almost ten and he'd rather arrive on time, so it was time to get along. Approaching the address, he found a tall woman swathed in a red dress and a shorter man with… a carriage. Gulping down at his meager excuse for a formal suit, he suddenly was drowned in a wave of shyness.
(Ack! I’ll get my response up ASAP)
Oliver looked up from admiring the grand marble steps when someone said hello to him. “Hello,” he replied, hurrying his pace up the steps. He made it to the door. “You must be Ms. Benoit. Thank you for your invitation.” Oliver knew he was probably talking too much, but he was nervous and couldn’t help it. I’m general, he was a talkative person, but even more so when he was nervous. And between the suit, and the grand house, and the prospect of a masquerade ball of all things, how could he not be nervous?
"Please, come in," the woman motioned to Johanna. "I am Aliea (Al-eye-a) Benoit, as you may have expected." She noted the other boy who was just beginning the journey up her drive. He seemed to be taking his time and was slightly less 'dressed up' than the other two. Nonetheless, he was welcome. She invited him after all.
At this time, the lavishly dressed boy reached the doorstep. "I am indeed, and you are welcome. Would you kindly do me the pleasure of telling me your name?"
Hurrying up to- holy potato gods that was one mighty extravagant doorway. The woman standing inside appeared almost comedic with the proportions to the entrance. But her stance was confident and hazel eyes seemed watchful, so nervously Raiden kept to the shadows and finally reached the door.
After a moment of hesitation and a side-glance at the man beside him, he greeted the woman. "Hi, Ms. Benoit."
Adriana walked crossed the street to get to the house she had been mysteriously invited to. But when she was invited to something, she did nothing less than show up. Tonight she was decked out in a floor-length, navy blue, silk ballgown that her mother had made for her prom. She had bedazzled it so there were black matte and shiny studs condensed onto the torso and then unevenly sprayed onto the top of the skirt, her mask and makeup to match. Her red hair was done up intricately into braids which intertwined in a bun at the back of her head with a few of the same studs littered about on bobby-pins that were tucked away in her scalp.
She scrunched her dress carefully in her well-manicured hands and stepped up the stairs to the grand home, her heart pounding in nervousness. She saw a woman at the door who fit the name on their invitations along with another few that were probably invited. "Adriana Kelly, Your are Aliea?" she asked, walking up to the woman after having securely fasten her mask with another few bobby pins so it seemed to float at her face.
Aliea smiled warmly at Oliver. "Welcome Mr. Mercado. I hope you find the evening enjoyable. Won't you come in?" She turned her steady gaze to the other boy who'd arrived. "May I guess? Mr. Hathoff?" A fourth guest arrived after that, a girl. Aliea smiled at her. "Ms. Kelly, welcome. Yes I am. Won't you all come inside?"
(sorry i can't be in the story but i will just stock and see were it leads to.)
"Thank you," Oliver said quietly. He slipped past Ms. Benoit into the large foyer. The floor was marble. A large, grand, sparkling chandelier hung from the ceiling. Oliver stared at the room around him, transfixed by its grandeur. "You have a lovely home," he said, turning back to Ms. Benoit.
Aliea smiled modestly. "Thank you, Mr. Mercado. This house is everything that I am." It seemed like a strange line, but at the same time easy to dismiss. "Please, come in," she urged the other two.
Still wondering why the party was being held with such a… strange variety of people, Raiden adjusted his mask and nodded at the host. "Thank you for inviting me." he muttered, before meekly edging inside. Immediately he took note of the grand architecture and design. Impressive. He politely observed, while watching as conversation floated easily between Aliea and Oliver.
She entered when told to, letting her dress slide across the floor once entering the lavish court that lay at the beginning of the house. Her heels clicked on the ground shyly, her eyes flickering across the expensive and even priceless decor. She didn’t bother to talk to the host, the idea just nerve wracking to her when she thought of it, and settled on talking to a woman in a red, floor length dress only about a foot away from her.
“Hello, if I may ask, what’s your name?”
"There were to be five of you, but I'm afraid the our fifth guest could not come," Aliea said mournfully. "He did, however, express his condolences and wished the four of you a good night." Aliea's own dress was maroon with black filigree on the lower half. A sweetheart neckline adorned the top of the dress, and she wore a slightly tightened corset underneath.
The attractive hostess was dressed very formally - fitting for this sophisticated home, Raiden decided. On a tangent, he speculated on how a masquerade ball was expected to work with a complete party of six people. Lost in his thoughts, he let his mind wander and probe over the vastness of the mansion. Subconsciously, his right hand began to ghost over the raven tattoo on his left wrist, a reminder of his dead mother.
Aliea swept through the magnificent rooms of her house. She paused to allow her guests to observe the intricate details before she spoke up – "Come along! – and lead them to the next room. She observed their faces and where their eyes went to first as they would enter a new room.
Johanna looked around at the masked fellows who joined them near the entrance of the house. Sure, she was first, but she was not wearing a mask. She had forgotten that the party was a masquerade…
Nevertheless, she followed their hostess into the house, looking around and 'wow'ing.
Oliver followed the group of party-goers into the house as he looked around. His eyes were wide. Oliver had never seen so much grandeur in his life. His costume may have made him appear rich, but that was only because of the seamstress and friend of his who had made it as a favor. This . . . this was unbelievable.
