The following character has been reopened due to inactivity:
The following characters are on official hiatus:
- Marlene Freeman
- Winter Cresta
- Dr. John Harkness
- Liam Rubendall
I would love to see an Ezra Miller FC in this role play. Maybe with some extreme paranoia? I wouldn't know where to take it. But seriously, you should make a character for him.
Thank you for the suggestion! I will get to work on a bio for him, and depending on what the other admins think it should be posted within the next couple of days.
Again, I really appreciate the suggestion!
where's the apply form?
On the main in the top left, it is the link that says "Join Us." You have to read the rules and then click the apply button to get to it. [x]
Would it be a P!nk (Alecia Beth Moore) wanted?
Unfortunately, we aren’t accepting musician fc’s. Sorry, sweetheart!
Ramona can’t remember a time when she didn’t hear the voices. At first, they scared her. In fact, sometimes they still do. They had been there since she was very young, and she used to believe that they were monsters under her bed and in her closet. She would call her father in to check, and he would find nothing there. The voices would quiet while he was with her, and return once he had left the room again. She believed that it was because that monsters were afraid of grown-ups. As she got older, she found that it was far from the truth.
Growing up, Ramona didn’t have many friends. Everyone thought that it was strange that she could hear voices that no one else could. The few friends that she did have convinced her that it was not monsters, but ghosts of lives that had been lost. They believed that she was a medium, and after a while, Ramona began to believe it, too.
When she was 19, both of her parents were killed in the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001. She did not mourn them, or even go to their funeral, because she believed that she could still hear them and that they were still with her- although not physically. To get a better feeling of their energy, she moved into the apartment that she had grown up in, and to pay the bills for it she opened a small shop in Brooklyn where she sold things like healing crystals, Ouija boards, candles and did seances and private readings for clients. It was called Mistress Navarro’s Enchantment Room, and it had a small following.
However, most of her readings were wrong. Not only off by a small bit, but vastly mistaken. People began to look into it, and quickly found that she was not what she claimed to be. The ghosts and spirits that she spoke to were not real, but rather voices in her head that she could not control. Because of the disbelief in her work, Ramona closed her shop and moved to Kentucky where she opened another under the same name. After a couple of years, the same thing happened and she continued to move around until she ended up in Sea Island, Georgia.
Her shop in Georgia was called Navarro’s Star Readings, and was visited by a few of the patients in West Harbor. Again, she often got many of the readings wrong, but she refused to acknowledge it. She knew that her voices wouldn’t lie to her, and she told clients that. One day, she was visited by a therapist who had recently lost her mother, and the reading went so poorly that it was obvious Ramona was not as gifted as she said that she was. After explaining to the client that she did indeed hear “ghosts” in her head, the therapist understood exactly what was going on. She had her admitted to West Harbor within the week, and the shop has been closed down. All of the things that were not sold are currently in Ramona’s possession, her luggage full of tarot cards, healing crystals and Ouija boards more than clothes.
Since arriving, she has been very hostile and angry that anyone would doubt her abilities as a medium. She has even tried to give readings to the admittance and security staff, in an attempt to prove her sanity. However, she found herself wrong more often than she was right, and because of that she is now living not-so-peacefully inside of the community.
Hi, guys! Hope your weeks are going fabulously!
I’m working on getting some bios written and posted today, so be sure to send in any face-claim or diagnosis suggestions that you would like to see in the game!
Enjoy the rest of your day!
Just so y'all know I'm alive and well, I wanted to shoot you a message to apologise again for this stupid hiatus-break-thing :( I have Christmas exams this week and then I'm starting work with the local supermarket but my hours will be pretty heavy. That said I hope to be back this weekend because omg I miss errbody so much I can't handle it <3 Promise to be back soon my loves and so so so so SO sorry again :) Cleo x
It is so great to hear that you’ll be back soon, and we can’t wait. Love and miss you, sweetheart!
Hello, I'm currently making an OC for this role play but then I realized that you guys do not want Youtubers. I had a fc for Jenna Im who I thought was just a model but appears to have a Youtube channel (which is popular) called clothesencounters. What do I do nowwww?
Although I do love that fc, if we make an exception to the rule for her then we have to make it for everyone. I hope you understand.
If you come off anonymous, I would be more than happy to help you find a similar fc! We would love to have you in the roleplay and would hate to lose you over such a small thing.
Isa is the kind of girl who gets lost in the books-sometimes literally. She sometimes she believes she is the character within the book and is simply leading into the new storyline day by day. The people she meets all side characters in her wonderful adventures, there is one problem. Isa takes on the characters traits so say if she read a novel where the brave warrior princess kills those who gets in her way that’s exactly what she would do, justifying it with the fact that she was that character. Isabelle saw absolutely nothing wrong with the things she did as her characters. Unpredictable and dangerous this little girl with a wild imagination as many people saw her was about to take things a step too far.
The first time people began to notice this odd behavior was when Isabelle was thirteen years old. The little girl had gone into the woods that surrounded her backyard and looked for the wolf that was going to come attack her family, carrying a woven basket, within it a dagger lay in wraps. Isa called out for the wolf to show himself but the only thing that did was her father (who happened to be hunting), wrapped in a wolf skin jacket and hat. A small smirk passed about her delicate pink lips believing that her father was the wolf dressing as her dad to fool her. “Do you mock me wolf? I know what you are.” Isabelle said walking up to the ‘wolf’ in front of her. Slowly, she had reached into her bag pulling out the dagger wrapped in cloth. “You don’t fool me one bit. I’m Red, and now,” Isa slid the knife into her father’s chest, laughing “You’re dead.” …She had just read “Red riding hood”.
Later in that day her mother had gone out looking for the missing husband only to find her daughter laughing beside his corpse saying, “No need to worry mother, I’ve killed the big bad wolf.”
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