Name: Nathanael Campbell
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/her
Sexuality: Aromantic asexual
Age: 23
Appearance: Julie McNiven
Personality: develop
Greatest fear: Heights/falling
Talent: Quick, knows her way around nature
Amount of time lived at the Bed and Breakfast: 7 years
Occupation: Gardener for the bed and breakfast (is that ok?)
Clothing: depends, typically a tank top and jeans
Open for ship: nah
Other: tbd
(Yep, that's fine.)
(We can start now, if anyone still wants to)
(I do)
(Can I still join?)
(Yep! I’m going to close it, but you can still add your character)
Yay!
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(All three of you can join! Sorry I wasn't able to reply sooner, I just got off a plane. @Mark_Is_Male, great character)
Why thank you friend :D
(Do you mind if I just post one of my character's links?)
(I'd prefer it if you use my template, if that's alright with you. If you really want to, you can link the character though)
(R.I.P. The Bed and Breakfast rp)
(R.I.P.)
(Sorry I haven't added my character yet!)
(kicks down door
Hey guys let's resurrect this dead roleplay that never actually started because I still think it's a cool concept)
(ye)
(Wait so should we start? Has everyone made their character?)
(No, i need to make mine.)
(Please add your character soon, then)
(I kind of really want to start this so @Impossible_Girl you can add your character later because it's been a while and you still haven't added it.)
(Sorry! I forgot… again.)
(Is everyone (Apart from @Impossible_Girl, I guess just make your character whenever) ready to start?)
(ye)
(Alright, I'll start)
Judith swept along the front room, brushing the dust into her dustpan and humming as she did so. It was nearly time for lunch, and most of her residents hadn't even woken up yet. It wasn't even the weekend yet.
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The sound of Malachi's music grew louder and louder in his headphones as he turned up the volume, shoving a piece of bread in his mouth and sliding down the railing, and plopping down on a chair near Judith.
"Afternoon."
//uh
hi
I’m back
from my summer hiatus
should I try to keep this alive or
(Hai)
Lilly started blankly at the screen of her laptop trying to continue her story, but writers block currently had her beat. Cold coffee to her left, a plate of toast to her right, and headphones in her ears she tried to find some form of inspiration.
(Sorry, for not being on much life happened.)
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( Same )
