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Hello, and welcome to Fosters! Fosters is a safe house for those who are unable to live on their own - be it because of mental issues such as schizophrenia, or other issues like anorexia. “The human mind is not a terribly logical or consistent place.”

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Character name: Joshua Silver Age: 20 Birthday: 5th of January Gender: Male FC/PB: Paul Craddock Height: 6’1”  Likes: Candles, the color blue, sweet soups Dislikes: Bright, artificial light, corpses Hobbies: Knitting, Reading, Swimming Habits: Falling completely still at seemingly random moments, trying to always be aware of everything in the room he is in, wearing clothing that covers most of his skin.

Reason for being in Fosters?: A recent freak out at a college event which lead to the decision that he was safer in a home like Fosters. He tried to freeze himself. 

Personality: Joshua can be seen as the tall, brooding type. Because brooding he does a lot. You can often see him stand around in the background, watching everything with slightly wide, blue eyes, often a distanced look on his face as if he was waiting for something. He isn’t exactly insane, but does believe there are ghosts and that he can hear them whisper if he tries hard enough. His CIP allows him to only feel certain temperatures and he started imagining some of them as a sign of the presence of a ghost, due to stories he used to hear about as a child. Often he would try to explain it to people and give them some form of proof, but of course he failed which only leads to him trying again, but fewer times then before. Due to his believe in ghosts and their presence he keeps a certain distance to humans, which also has to do with his CIP in a way. IT doesnt mean he despises them, he is just cautious. 

Background: Being born with CIP was not a light fate put upon him, as his parents and him always lived in the fear of him dying during his childhood. On the days when he was not allowed to go out or play with other children, his parents used to read him stories, his mother all kind of fantasy, while his father tried to teach him more of the science part of things. While he grew up, his parents slowly lost their paranoia, to the relief of the boy who had started escaping the house he saw as a prison more often. Only when another accident happened they would lock him back in which lead to him having a lot of time to himself,t rying to find his own limits. The first time he was actually allowed to leave his home for a longer time was  when he went to university, starting on his studies. His parents didnt think anything bad of his believe in ghosts, but when incidents started up in his time living there, they finally decided to put him into a more safe place, not sure how to deal with their strange adult son. 

Personal relationships: 

Joshua is close to his mother, who is a teacher and always read him his stories. She continued to let him believe in what he wanted, but made sure he concentrated on real things too. 

His father was a teacher too, one that didn’t like his son to fantasize about everything. Their relationship was strained at  most times, and he was always the one chiding his son for anything he did wrong in his eyes, not being careful enough for the most parts. 

Hope, his sister, was a normal born child and at first worshipped the ground her brother walked on. Over the years she stopped doing that though, and they both became very distant. He loves her dearly, but as she was the darling sunshine and normal child of the family, he jsut fails to connect with her, but writes her letters weekly since moving out. 

Other distinguishing facts: He is born with an illness that causes him to not be able to feel pain and most temperatures. 

He has a light lisp due to biting his tongue too often without noticing  during his childhood. 

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Name / alias: Jules. c:  Availability: 7/10. Probably daily.  Age: 18 Timezone: Middle European.

Looking back at the whole catastrophe, stan would have liked to say he had seen it coming. He had always been so cynic and the world had almost ended a few times in South Park, he actually should have. But he hadn't. In a way, he had thought they would all just kill each other with nuclear bombs, one from russia, one from the arabian countries, one from the Us and one from north korea. Everyone would have been dead except for a few mutants and well, the world would have ended. Maybe even the christan appocalypse had been possible, the Anti-Christ had been born to earth already after all. For a moment he really wondered what had happened to him. Or if he had just imagined those parts of his childhood. 

Those thoughts were a good distraction from the whole thinghe found himself in as he fired another arrow at a zombie that had tried to make it's way up to his hiding place. The thing looked hideous, and pityful at the same time. The boy couldn'thave been much older then him, he recognized the football team jacket from the school next town and almost let the crossbow sink for a few moments, as he wondered if he maybe had known this boy, had went to a party with him. Then the arrow was flying through the air, hitting him directly in the forehead, the rotting body droppping to the ground with an unpleasing sound, one arm that had been barely attached anymore to the body rolling away and down the hill. "Nice.. " He mumbled and grabbed the strap of his bag tightly, continuing his rounds. 

When the alarm had sounded through the town and warning were broadcasted on tv and radio, Stan had been home which had probably saved his life. That and the fact that there was no family that was more paranoid and liked trying out /everything/ then his own. Sometimes he wondered if he would have been better off with his father and where the man had been at this time, just like with the rest of his family, but those thoughts were put away quickly again, they were of no use and brought him more nightmares then he ever wanted to remember. 

His house had had a basement that was built like a very nice panic room for the third world war and every war after that. Never in his life did he love his father so much as when he killed the first zombies with the weapons he had, or had to spent the first nights out of the house. There had been the thought of just trying to stay in the room down there, no matter the zombies, but he knew this wouldn't last forever, and one day he would have to leave and by then the town could still be swarmed by zombies or something worse that had come up until then. 

He knew that taking a bike or car would be of no use, the town wasn't safe and the next one wouldn't be either, not for long at least. His only chance were the mountains. Packing as quickly and as much as possible, he had tried to contact his sister or parents, but had given up quickly and just run before anyone could get to him. Five minutes later he had killed his first zombie, his old neighbor Pattinson, a man he could never stand, but it was still a sad way to go and the last thing that made him realize that this was really real and not some kind of strange drill. 

Kicking the zombies body down the hill after pulling out the two arrows, he ducked and continued his way around his camp. Without really knowing where to move to, he had decided to stay there for two days until he had figured out where to go. The maps he had with them were old and he knew he had to find his way to a safer place. The one he had know was between two bigger hills with much wood around them. It was relatively safe, but not somehting he could stay at for long. His next move would be higher up in the mountains, at least as long as the weather was good. Maybe he could start to learn hunting, or he had to, no one could say how long his food would last. 

Pulling his dark coat more tightly around himself, he didn't even want to think about what would happen when it got even more cold. If he didn't find some kind of very good cave he would be forced to get down and find a house or something like that to stay at. Not a very pleasant thought. 

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Ragged breathing could be heard in the small clearing at dawn, luckily this time it was coming from a fullblood human, not a half rotting corpse. Stan was working out, or trying to at least in the confined place. Only in shirt and pants he pushed himself a bit more every night, knowing that stanima was the only thing that would keep you alive. A small was burning in front of his tent, an old pot on top of it with chilli inside. It had been chilli for a whole week now, not the best idea, but it was better then nothing, right ? Pushing himself up finally, he took a few calming breaths, sweat shining on his face in the glow of the fire as he pulled on jacket and hat again, crossbow on his bacK.

Never be unarmed was one of the first rules he had to learn here, learn the hard way as he was surprised by two zombies on a small walk just a few feet away from his camp. That had been an ugly scratch, but at least no bite, and it had taught him a lesson. Checking that he would have everything for the night, and that he had set the few traps that he could make, he sat down by the fire, holding his hands out to it for a bit, lost in thought. The flames were dancing over his face and body, putting shadows into his features, making them look even darker then they already were. 

Suddenly there was the faint sound of a jingle and he got up quickly, weapon in his hands before he could form a coherent thought. There hadn't been a human even once until now, so of course he thought it was a zombie approaching his camp. He almost shot without even waiting for the other to come close enough, but then he registered the lack of moaning, the unrhythmic running, two things that zombies did not do. They had no hurry, and they had no reason to be quiet. Frowning, he kept the weapon up, his whole body tensing as he called out, his voice rough from not having used it in a few days. " Hello ? ! Who ever you are, you better lower any weapons you have or I will shot before asking questions. "

On the inside he was actually excited about the possibility of this being another human, another survivor. But he had to be careful, what if the person just wanted to kill him to get to his things ? Or use him as some kind of weird distraction to get past the zombies. Breathing heavily, jaw clearly tensing under his skin, fingers almost white around the weapon, he waited for the other to approach, praying to God that this was a good thing and not his end.

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Character name: Derek Harris. Age: Twenty. Birthday: August 19th. Gender: Male. FC/PB: Alexey Plastun. Height: 5'9" Likes: Doing hair, hot cocoa, warm sweaters, watching movies, listening to music, video games, dogs, strawberries, night time, cold weather, sleeping. Dislikes: Crashing, rudeness, being taken advantage of, loud noises, thunder, pain, his life. Hobbies: Once Derek left his home town, he had to give up most of his hobbies due to a lack of funding or free time. However, if it could be considered a hobby, he does enjoy doing hair and/or make up and dancing. Habits: Sniffling, rubbing/touching his nose ( drug induced tick ), biting his nails too low and fiddling with his hair.

Reason for being in Fosters?: After several attempted suicides Derek was brought in for a psycho-evaluation to determine whether hospitalization is needed, or if rehab will suffice to integrate him back into his previous life; he shows signs of being manic depressive.

Personality: Derek used to be the most fun-loving, easy-going teenager in his home town-- he was well known for being flamboyantly homosexual and he liked to flaunt it. Over the past four years, however, he's become something of an empty shell of who he used to be and is more on the depressive side of the scale. He's moody and snaps easy, cries a lot and reacts violently to bad situations. Although he still attempts to seem genuine and happy, he's not very good at it. He's very loyal and protective of those he cares about, but those people have dwindled down to null and left him feeling somewhat lonely and even more depressed.

Background: Derek grew up in a bad household-- his mother was a prostitute and his father had not stuck around. Although he had three older siblings, none of them were around much and Derek was left to, more or less, raise himself while also dealing with abuse from both parents. It was decided that he was to live with his father on the weekends, but his father was an ex-military officer with PTSD and a drinking problem and often took his rage out on Derek. There was one good thing though, when he was in his later years of Elementary school, he met a younger boy named Issac and befriended him. The two grew up together until they were fifteen/sixteen, then after a few awkward events, had a falling out.

Derek ran away to L.A. and then upon realizing he was "up the stream and without a paddle," he was reduced to whoring. He abused drugs as a coping method. After several violent acts and suicide attempts, he ended up in Fosters.

Personal relationships: Issac - childhood best friend.

Other distinguishing facts: N/A

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Character name: Oden "Barroux" Travere Age: Eighteen. Birthday: April 21st. Gender: Male. FC/PB: Eric Puio. Height: 6'0. Likes: Cigarettes, chess, working out, fighting, music, being right, foreign languages, traveling, tattoos/piercings. Dislikes: Know-it-all assholes, stupid people, bad music, running out of cigarettes. Hobbies: Playing chess and creating his own chess boards/pieces out of wood or clay. Habits: Swearing a lot, smoking, chewing on pens when he's anxious.

Reason for being in Fosters?: He's addicted to crystal meth and tends to be very violent.

Personality: Oden is very smart and likes to solve puzzles-- however, actual puzzles are for kids so instead he plays chess. He's got a sharp mind and a quick temper. He loves a challenge and is always itching for a good fight and his next high. He's very focused and tends to know just what he wants and how to get it. He doesn't leave much room for softed emotions and looks down on them.

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Personal relationships: None.

Other distinguishing facts: N/A.

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Character name: Nicola “Nico” Xavier Hastings  Age: 17 Birthday: April 30th Gender: Male FC/PB: Beau Bokan Height: 5’5” Likes: Twin, Red, Rabbits, Cats, Art, Reading, Writing (short stories), Classical music, Violins, Bright lights, Big spaces, Stars, Singing, Learning Dislikes: Yellow, Dogs, Cars, Water, Men (older), Blood, Sharp objects, Loud noises, Small spaces, Darkness, Teeth Hobbies: Likes to paint and is pretty good, also likes to sing and learn anything and everything Habits: Tends to bite nails to the point of bleeding and picks at dead skin Reason for being in Fosters?: Nico suffers from extreme paranoia and bi-polar disorder. He’s also very suicidal and was considered crazy by several family doctors after his father found out about his sexual relations with his twin, Dawson. Personality: Nicola is kind-hearted and extremely polite for the most part, but he’s shy, reserved, and often schizo. When his bi-polar kicks in, it’s often said that he’s a completely different person. Instead of the love-hate like most bi-polar patients, Nico has a good-evil complex. If you catch him on the wrong day, he can be cold-hearted and extremely dark, once threatening to put his teacher’s head through a meat grinder. He’s also extremely intelligent. Background: When Nico was younger, he knew his parents weren’t really all there anymore. The love had vanished and he depended on his twin, Dawson, for everything. The two experimented and kissed for the first time when they were seven. A year later, their mother was diagnosed with cancer and Nico blamed himself, saying it was karma for hooking up with his brother (his family is super Christian). She couldn’t handle the pressure of her illness and the day before their eight birthday, Nico stumbled across her dead in the bathtub, unsure if the blood had stained the water or it was just all of her fluids drained. He became extremely fucked up over this and in turn, attempted suicide forty-seven times by the time he turned seventeen. His most recent attempt is what landed him in Fosters; he jumped from the roof of their four-story home, only to miscalculate and land in a bush. The bush broke his fall and he only suffered from a sprained ankle, three broken ribs, and a busted chin.

As they grew older, him and his twin grew closer and their kissing became touching and eventually led to them fucking most nights. To be frank, they were dating before he landed himself in Fosters. Their father became abusive, more so towards Dawson, and it made Nico shrivel up in on himself. Dawson became a drug addict and became more possessive, but Nico never minded. The more Dawson took control of him, the safer he felt. In all honesty, he knows his brother loves him and knows he would go to Hell and back for him.

The last three weeks before being admitted to Fosters, Nico didn’t see much of his brother. He remembers Dawson telling him he’d protect him and that he would see him soon, but eventually he vanished. Nico thinks he was arrested, but part of him thinks he was killed for owing his drug dealer money. Part of him hopes that if Dawson is alive and was arrested, he gets turned over to Fosters.  Personal relationships: Dawson — his twin. He doesn’t like to form any other relationships because he’s never been good with friends. Other distinguishing facts: Nicola has a birthmark on his back that is oddly shaped like a cross. He had fire tattooed around the base of the cross to make it look like it was in flames. His wrists are scared like no tomorrow and there is serious scar tissue from burns down his entire left arm, the left side of his neck, right side of his face under his ear, and across his chest from an ‘incident’ that he won’t go into detail about. The only thing people seem to know is that he was the ‘victim’ of a house fire.

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Character name: Salim Shane Age: 24 Birthday: June 4th Gender: Male FC/PB: Ivan Zakharov Height: 6'2'' Likes: Children, animals, small things, little dolls, figurines, stories, little trinkets, bright colors, being outside, laying in the grass, all kinds of fruits. Dislikes: Cruel parents, adults in general, things being messy Hobbies: He sketches a lot ; he also tends to spend a lot of the day daydreaming. Habits: He's got a bit of a habit of letting his sentences run off, muttering, not speaking fast enough, sometimes slurring his words, etc.

Reason for being in Fosters?: Salim was found in a house full of ten other abducted children. After deemed clinically insane, he was pulled from prison and placed in Fosters for possible rehabilitation. Personality: Salim is very friendly, but closed off. He doesn't really think rationally, nor does he feel the normal emotions most people feel. He comes across as very bland when he speaks in person, but in reality, he is very passionate about the things he cares for. He's extremely loyal and protective, though he... kind of gets extremely creepy when he's around children.

Background: Salim's father died when he was about four, so he never had a male figure in his life. His mother sort of replaced the male in her own life with Salim, and the relationship quickly grew inappropriate. After he turned sixteen his mother was put in a hospital for attempted suicide, and Salim went to live with his uncle. That was when his issues started presenting themselves; he'd steal small animals from people and hide them in his room, even going as far as to try and steal infants. His uncle never really did much about it, so the problem just got worse and worse. Finally, at the age of nineteen, Salim moved out and got his own little house, thanks to his mother's savings. He created sort of a child's paradise in this place, and used it to lure children into staying with him. After he started kidnapping them, he was soon arrested and you know the rest.

Personal relationships: His mother calls every now and again - though when she does call he seems to close himself off for a few days after.

Other distinguishing facts: Salim looks extremely passive; all the time... about everything.

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Name / alias: Cait-Marie, Cait Availability:  24/7 basically Age: 20 Timezone: EST -5

Writing sample: Ten point five seconds. That’s how long it took for the flame to reach the end of the fuel line. The match dropped and it was as if someone slowed the time down on a movie reel. Green eyes watched the stick slowly drop to the gasoline spill beneath them. Somewhere behind, Beethoven’s 25th Symphony was playing. It was a nice soundtrack to a bitter end. It almost made him smile.

The match barely licked the surface of the fuel before the spark ignited and a line of yellows and reds burst from the ground, lighting the room. The fire traveled in a crooked path until it met with a gas tank. An explosion sounded and the green-eyed figure was sent flying backward, hitting the wall a lot faster than they had anticipated. The gaping hole in the structure became apparent as a second explosion sounded. Somewhere outside, a set of screams echoed and then the distant sounds of the local fire department’s alarm as someone’s 911 call successfully went through.

Two minutes until death from excessive heat and smoke set in. Burns would exceed thirty percent of the body in under forty seconds. Organs would deteriorate and begin to fail almost immediately. Significant brain damage would set in after the first minute.

Green eyes flitted back and forth as they took in the people staring back. The brunette slowly stood up, dropping his journal to the desk’s surface. In the six months since the incident, his hair had begun to take it’s original length beneath the ears and the skin looked a little less glossy. The skin that had been graphed was now completely morphed with the original skin and the trace of any operations had diminished. What was left was the mental scars — the ones everyone else thought he had suffered from.

“Nicola, where are you going? This session hasn’t ended and you—”

Turning around, hateful eyes stared right through the speaker. The vein in the figure’s neck was bulging and his fists were balled. Bared teeth and then a low, menacing scowl. “Nico is returning to his room, away from you morons.” Nico began walking once more, and then stopped, letting out an eerie laugh. “And for that question you asked moments ago? It was gasoline. From Rexy’s. Car fuel burns almost one hundred times faster than the fuel you’d find in your kitchen. Why do you think car fires are so dangerous? And you call yourself an expert.”

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If you are looking for an active, OC rp group, this might be the one for you! We don’t believe in pre-made-up bio’s here! Nope! We want all any any OC’s you can come up with (as long as they are human, of course!) and we’d like you to write up their bio as well! Why not make this a little more personal, hm? We are looking for other active members with interesting OC’s you’d like to create; male, female, any age, any problems, we love ‘em all! Creativity is key, and originality is essential! We are in [desperate] need of female roles! If you have any questions feel free to ask!

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The Most Important Thing You'll Ever Read!

Guys, this is Vee here. Sorry we’ve been kind of MIA… there’s been some issues we've had getting motivation for Fosters, but we’re kickin' it up a notch.

Got something cool planned…

We’re only a few months away from our ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY! So for those of us who've had these babies for almost a year, we’re itching for some changes.

Basically, what we’re doing is resetting everything here at Fosters to the beginning.

None of our characters will know each other (unless you choose them to) and all memories will be wiped clean.

THIS IS PRETTY MUCH A CLEAN START AT FOSTERS.

We’re sorry if this ruins whatever character development you have going on; you’re more than willing to keep it up, of course… just know that everyone else is planning on rebooting.

Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause!

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Fosters’ Handbook, Entry Five:

We can't have nice things because of Duncan.

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Name: Jordan Delaney Age: 20 Birthday: January 21 Gender: Female Height: 5'6" FC: Kate Moennig Likes: Hats, music, rain, thunderstorms, classic rock music, flowers, cold weather, whiskey, and chocolate. Dislikes: Ignorant people, spiders, any type of insect, milk, hot tea, large crowds, being lonely, the feeling of being trapped. Hobbies: Collects matchbooks and bottle caps. Habits: Chewing on the ends of her hair, nail biter, bounces leg unconsciously, smoking.

Reason for being in Fosters: Agoraphobia, anxiety disorder.

Personality: She is reserved at most times. She can be nice, but also can be snarky.

Background: Jordan has never really lived life to the standards of society. She was admitted to a small private school as a child, but as things got worse, she was homeschooled during her middle school and high school years. She has extreme anxiety issues when it comes to being around large crowds or places that would cause her to panic. Only getting worse throughout the years, she became a recluse. Her mother was referred to Foster’s by a family friend as a place to help Jordan in receiving treatment and medication to calm her from having panic attacks and mental break downs due to her severe anxiety. On medication, she handles herself much better.

Other Distinguishing Facts: Tattoo on her wrist, upper arm, and tattoed writing on her arms, several various scars.

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Name: Izo Jin Age: 19 Birthday: February 28th Gender: Male Height: 5'9" FC: Won Jin Jong Likes: Coffee, cold weather, kittens, cute things, foxes, snow, snow rabbits, hot pink, winter, ice, frost, metals, Jack Frost (the imaginary father of winter), Robert Frost (the poet), smiling, being happy, watercolor paintings. Dislikes: Rules, homework, being forced to do things he doesn’t want to do. Hobbies: Painting, Drawing Habits: Hums often, listens to Peter Hollens.

Reason for being in Fosters: A police officer took Izo there, not knowing what else to do with him since Izo, when found, had no I.D. on him and he was out cold.

Personality: Simple. He finds simple joys in a lot of things. So long as he isn’t tied down by rules, he is pretty happy.

Background: Being of Asian descent, a lot was expected of Izo from an early age. He had to be the best of his class, the smartest in the school. Better than everyone else. At home it was no different. Izo was an only child, getting the full front of his parents’ attention. They wanted him to know all the skills he could possibly learn. Izo knows how to fix house hold objects, the way to get white’s even whiter, how to hem and sew, how to bake the most complicated desserts, cook the most delectable dishes and more. On top of all that, they also expected Izo to be the best cellist in America; to surpass Yo-yo Ma before he even turned twenty. The stress placed upon him was so great. His parents never relented. Never gave him a day off to just be a kid. One day Izo just snapped. He went on a rage, tearing up the house, rebelling against all that his parents stood for. It was that day that he left the house to live on the streets, were there was no pressures. Nobody breathing down his neck telling him what he could and couldn’t do and that he wasn’t doing either of those right. It was pure freedom for him! However, Izo wasn’t exactly living the dream. After a few months, the hardships started to set in. Izo was making money off his cello, by playing on the street but when that got stolen, there wasn’t much else the boy could do. He had been taught a lot of skills, but none that were practical. That allowed him to live on his own. He didn’t even know how to go about starting the job process because he simply just wasn’t taught the things that applied to real life. But before his life could get too out of hand, a police officer found Izo, beaten and robbed, taking him to Fosters because the officer didn’t know what else to do with him. Personal relationships: His mother and father still look for Izo every day but they have no knowledge that he is living here.

Other Distinguishing Facts: A dragon tattoo on his right shoulder as an act of rebellion.

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