Congrats, Dani. You’ve been accepted as SANTANA LOPEZ. Please review the CHECKLIST, and send in your account within 24 hours. Welcome to Into the World.
OOC INFO
NAME: Dani
PREFERRED PRONOUNS: She/her
AGE: 18
TIMEZONE: EST
ACTIVITY LEVEL: (1-10, and please be honest!) 8!
IC INFO
CHARACTER’S NAME: Santana Lopez
CHARACTER’S AGE & BIRTHDATE: November 12th, 1989
CHARACTER’S OCCUPATION: Reality TV star & Actress
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
GENDER ID & PRONOUNS: Female / She/her
PRIMARY SHIPS: Chemistry
ANTI-SHIPS (IF ANY): -
BIOGRAPHY:
Santana Lopez, a name you’d hear and instantly think ‘diva’. Though it was the truth, that wasn’t how the actress wanted to be portrayed in the public eye, she wanted fame, fortune, money and trust. Trust was somewhat of a weakness in her mind, gain someones trust and then gain their benefits. All her life she’d done things to benefit herself wether it be make friends or make connections. She wanted her name out there and she wanted the spotlight to be on her but she figured out that negative spotlight isn’t always a good thing for publicity.
Once she got on the show 'Bite of the Big Apple’ it seemed that her life had spiraled out of control along with her reputation, she was known as the diva, the bitch, the difficult one. Though that gained her many fans it also led her to hate mail, connections being tossed and the trust of those connections being crushed which was a big disadvantage for her. She knew she needed to regain those benefits and build back her reputation, she needed to show the world her skills, maybe that would impress them. Santana figured maybe co-starring in a series about NYC millenials might make the public see another side of her and forget the one that tarnished her reputation.
Maybe, just maybe, everyone will forget about the diva named Santana Lopez and instead focus on the amazing acting skills that she’s Brought to the table.
QUESTIONNAIRE:
1. What is your personal definition of success? What motivates you towards that particular goal?
Success is something that’s earned not gained. Once you’ve earned it sometimes it’s hard to control but from experience I can say that what has kept me motivated are my fans, my loyal followers, and my family. But mostly the money and fame.
2. If your life was a movie title, what would it be?
Life of a misunderstood diva.
3. Name a song you’d include on your personal soundtrack.
Run the world - Beyonce.
4. When faced with an obstacle, either personal or in your career what’s your go-to course of action?
Congrats, Jay. You’ve been accepted as Finn Hudson. Please review the checklist, and send in your account within 24 hours. Welcome to Into the World.
OOC INFO
NAME: jay
PREFERRED PRONOUNS: he/him
AGE: 20
TIMEZONE: est
ACTIVITY LEVEL: 7
IC INFO
CHARACTER’S NAME: finn christopher hudson
CHARACTER’S AGE & BIRTHDATE: 29 years old, may 13th, 1988
CHARACTER’S OCCUPATION: chef
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
GENDER ID & PRONOUNS: male, he/him
PRIMARY SHIPS: Finn/Women, Finn/Food (a tru otp, not even regarding the fact he’s a chef)
ANTI-SHIPS (IF ANY): Finn/Forced
BIOGRAPHY:
Life for Finn Hudson was pretty much the equivalent to Splash Mountain. Can’t see the picture? Imagine things going smoothly, easy, slow, then imagine the pace picking up a bit and it’s not so bad, then suddenly you’re getting whipped around, up, down and upside down and then plunged into water and left to recuperate, and then going back for another spin even though you didn’t ask for it. That was his life, and he never seemed to be able to get off the ride.
Son of film tycoon Chris Hudson was no walk in the park. His mother, however, was a true saint and to this day, Finn was still unsure as to how they actually get along. Though, before recent events, he didn’t have much to complain about. He was born and raised in Manhattan and not to mention, born into money. Finn had gotten just about everything he had asked for, usually as an apology from his father for missing some of his life events due to being engulfed in his line of work, though his mother kept him humble. Though, this isn’t to be taken the wrong way, of course, Finn Hudson loved his father; loved being the operative word.
New York Times got their slimy fingers all over the story of how, when, where and what Chris Hudson was spending his money on. Though, Finn wasn’t upset with the press; he was upset that his father blew through their earnings and savings as if it were tissue paper. With most of his inheritance gone to paying back his father’s debts, Finn had turned to the alternatives to get by now that handouts were no longer on the table. The problem was, Finn hadn’t a clue what he wanted to pursue in life. He had actually never taken a moment to think about what he wanted career-wise, well, aside from every young boy’s dreams of becoming the next NBA All-Star or an astronaut. Most of his life was spent relying on his father’s money and the notion that some day, he would run Hudson Films.
If there was anything Finn Hudson was good at in life? It was making a mean sandwich, and usually something that required getting baked in the oven. Most of the time, he was either eating or making food to later eat it, so when his mother brought up the idea of applying to a culinary institution, Finn had become overjoyed. Not only was he fairly good at the skill, but he realized how much people genuinely enjoyed food, using himself as an example to this fact and Finn loved to make people feel good about themselves. It only made sense! There was a slight problem, though, being as Finn had wanted absolutely nothing to do with his father at the moment or his money. He wanted to make his way around as an honest man, but this brought him back to square one on the drawing board.
He had heard nightmares of young adults in crippling debt during their time spent in colleges or universities and that made Finn nearly tuck his tail and crawl to his father to see if there was anything they could do, if there was any money left to get this going. But he had an idea: gambling! Well, it wasn’t really his idea. Finn’s friend had told him about an underground poker tournament he were apart of and suggested to Finn to at least take a look and maybe leave with some pocket cash by the end of the night.
So he did.
Maybe he didn’t make all the money in one night, but eventually after endless nights of not only learning how to properly play the game, Finn had earned enough money to apply and begin to push himself through culinary school. Full-time student, part-time poker player; life was starting to look good again for Finn Hudson. He had begun working for tips in the kitchen of his teacher’s restaurant and by the end of his second semester at the culinary institute, he realized he had enough cash put away to finally put his plan in gear! Working in a restaurant was fun and all, but kind of stressful and Finn wasn’t quite ready for that kind of commitment yet. Maybe someday, but that wasn’t going to be anytime soon.
Though, something caught his eye and it was the most enticing thing he’d ever seen: a food truck festival. He immediately fell in love with the concept, mostly because he had seen Jon Favreau’s film about food truck life which lead him to realized he could open and close whenever he pleased and there wasn’t a whole lot of pressure to be applied when it came to expecting food from the inside of a truck. Sure enough, he bought his very own food truck. Sure, it needed a bit of work, a paint job and definitely utilities, but man, it was going to be so worth it. It wasn’t long after that he had finally graduated and began getting himself into the motion of becoming a chef.
Business really started booming once he had finally figured out what he was comfortable with when it came to setting menus, and making sure his food was edible. Thankfully, he had his mom for taste-testing and co-cooking when needed. She had even volunteered to be his sous-chef! Admittedly, Finn would have not gone so far if it weren’t for the love, support and help from his mother. It was safe to at least think that Finn was starting to be covered by his father’s shadow no more. It was safe to at least think that he was finally becoming his own person in New York.
Of course, things with Finn’s father were still unresolved. He wasn’t actually communicating with him much, or even at all. It was usually through his mother playing messenger among the two of them. Without money flying from his hands, Finn’s father wasn’t sure of how to apologize to his own son now that materialism was out of the way. Really, no one is sure what to say anymore when it comes to him, which makes holidays very awkward in the Hudson household.
QUESTIONNAIRE:
1. What is your personal definition of success? What motivates you towards that particular goal?
I mean, success at this point would be restoring my family’s name, y’know? Not letting it get anymore trashed than it’s already been. Mistakes were made, but I don’t want that to get in the way of my path. I want my truck business to really boom out here and I know New York is a tough place, but I’m kinda doin’ alright already. Just gotta push through all this crap and I’ll make it there.
2. If your life was a movie title, what would it be?
Like, an existing one? Not to be cheesy, but it’d be Chef. That guy’s got it all figured out. He’s got a kid, a hot wife, a successful food truck business and he’s a famous cook and that’s pretty much my life. Well, minus the kid and smokin’ wife and all, but it’s close. If it wasn’t an already existing one, I’d probably go for something sweet like Fantastic Finn! Or F-Rod Takes New York, probably even The Adventures of Finny D.
3. Name a song you’d include on your personal soundtrack.
Foghat’s Slow Ride would be a pretty sick opening credits song on a personal soundtrack.
4. When faced with an obstacle, either personal or in your career what’s your go-to course of action?
It depends on the situation doesn’t it? I try to think about simple solutions and not make it too complicated ‘cause it’s really the last thing anyone needs, y’know? I’m pretty good at taking things on by myself
Congrats, Abigail. You’ve been accepted as Sebastian Smythe. Please review the checklist, and send in your account within 24 hours. Welcome to Into the World.
CHARACTER’S NAME: Sebastian Smythe
CHARACTER’S AGE & BIRTHDATE: December 19th, 1989 - 27
CHARACTER’S OCCUPATION: Film Critic & Blogger
FACECLAIM: Grant Gustin
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
GENDER ID & PRONOUNS: Male & He/Him
PRIMARY SHIPS: Sebastian/Chem
ANTI-SHIPS (IF ANY): Sebastian/Forced
BIOGRAPHY:
Growing up on the Upper East Side wasn’t something Sebastian could call a hardship. In fact, he couldn’t call any of his early life a hardship. Not really, at least .Things were handed to him, the typical way most children he grew up with got things; to replace a parent’s love or attention. Sebastian and his sister grew up wanting for nothing, so they expected everything. That is, until their parents split up while Sebastian was still in high school. It wasn’t the worst thing to happen. In fact, it was a bit of a relief and Sebastian had been expecting it, but the move that happened afterwards… Sebastian wasn’t prepared for that. Nor was he prepared when his mother had insisted Sebastian’s sister come with her when she moved home to Chicago, never once mentioning Sebastian should join them. That stung just a little more than he’d wanted it to and only served to enforce Sebastian’s fear of commitment. If not even his own mother had wanted him, what hope was there that someone outside the family ever would?
Life after his mother left wasn’t necessarily bad. He and his father obviously had some hurt feelings neither was addressing, but stayed out of each other’s way for the most part. That is, except when they were talking about Sebastian’s future career. Wanting him to follow in his footsteps, Sebastian’s father never let up. Even when Sebastian relented; even when he started a blog his first year at Columbia. Even after giving up a dream he hadn’t even spoken aloud, that of becoming a lawyer. All these things never seemed to please the elder Smythe. Instead, his father continued pushing. His blog needed a bigger audience. He needed to take the job with his father’s golf buddy at the New York Times. He needed to use his sexuality as a weapon, a selling point in advancing his career. Most of these “suggestions” went ignored. Other’s, Sebastian followed just to stop the old man from harping on.
Graduating from Columbia with dual majors in Film and Journalism, Sebastian finally heard the words he’d been longing to hear. Of course, by that point, his father’s pride meant nothing. Sebastian was almost sure the sentiment didn’t mean anything at all. His job, the one he got days following graduation, didn’t mean much to Sebastian either. A modest film critic with a blog were a dime a dozen in the city. Sebastian knew he was nothing special, even if he paraded himself around like he was. So he networked. He squirmed his way up the ladder through the laps and the secrets of the elite, eventually making a name for himself outside that of his father. At least, for the most part.
Recently, Sebastian hasn’t thought of anything other than using his journalism degree, and the secrets he collected while worming his way up the first career ladder, for something other than petty articles and blackmail. Investigative journalism has seemed like it were practically made for him; a blend of his own, forgotten dreams and that of his father’s dreams for him. Sebastian thinks it would even be something he could be good at. Tailing people, sniffing out crimes and exposing those corrupting his home sounded right up Sebastian’s alley. The only problem being throwing away his promising, easy career for a huge risk, hoping it’s turns out to be worth it. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d given up something he loved, or could love, for the easy way out and Sebastian’s not sure he’s changed enough to stop that from happening a second time.
QUESTIONNAIRE:
1. What is your personal definition of success? What motivates you towards that particular goal?
My personal definition of success? What a broad question… Career wise? Fame wouldn’t be a bad thing. In my line of work the more people who know your name the more money you make and, at the end of the day, isn’t that what it’s all about? Money? Which, obviously, is also my motivation. I’m getting a little too old to be living on the coattails of my father and Manhattan is expensive. Not to mention my, er, lifestyle requires a certain level of wealth. I’ve got nighttime drinks and morning cabs to pay for, don’t I?
2. If your life was a movie title, what would it be?
Devil May Care.
3. Name a song you’d include on your personal soundtrack.
Pony by Ginuwine is, obviously, the first thing that comes to mind.
4. When faced with an obstacle, either personal or in your career what’s your go-to course of action?
Lying, cheating, stealing… Whatever it takes. I’ve been told it’s not my best character trait, but it gets the job done. The ends justify the means and all that.
Welcome, Mandy! Your application for Anna Roskill has been accepted! Please send in your account within the next 24 hours.
name, age & preferred pronouns:
Mandy, 22, She/her
timezone & activity level: est/6
character name, age, occupation: Anna Roskill, 23, Waitress
character bio
Anna had always known, from the day she could speak, that she was a bad seed. Starting with her conception, she was never one to truly be wanted; yet an accident that needed be taken care of. Her mother, raised by an overbearing baptist family, was quiet and sweet. Her father, however, was mischievous and troublesome; the type who would soon steal her mother’s heart, similarly to fifths he smuggled from the towns local corner store.
After her birth, her mother disappeared and Anna was left in the care of her grandmother, who was sure to raise her in the way her corrupt daughter never could. Anna’s days were a regimen of bible readings, tutors, chores and prayers before bedtime. On the weekends, Anna found herself in multiple confessions with strange men she she knew as ‘Fathers’, as well as practice for sports she never truly cared for- or was good at for that matter.
When she reached her preteens, she was enrolled in St. Mary’s, a strict catholic school where her grandmother hoped she would be whipped into shape, considering she had never given in to her practices prior. Anna had spent her early teen years alone with her sketch books and whatever strange comics she could smuggle into her bedroom behind her grandmothers back. These books would be considered blasphemy, but Anna found a deep, unacquainted comfort in them that she couldn’t quite yet explain.
Her alienation continued until her junior year, when she met her best friend Cole. The two became quite inseparable; sharing Alanis Morrisette CDs and drafting comics and stories of unknown places. She was bitten the summer before senior year. Anna was grounded, per usual, but Cole had spent the better part of the evening convincing her to be his wing man as Chris would be there. Naturally, with Chris being the love of his life and with Cole being the complicit child of two homophobes (a life Anna knew all too well) he would need her rebellious wit to help jump start the conversation. After a drink or two, and one or more low key hints from Anna, Chris and Cole snuck off to the dock.
It was sundown and Anna found herself left alone with Aaron - the most infamous druggie-meets-ladies-man in the entire grade. He led her, fingers interlaced, into the woods. Stumbling as they walked, they shared puffs of the joint she would soon regret. They sat on a log that was too moist for comfort and talked of future dreams and lost loves. Anna shared her fear of intimacy, as it was known to her that her mother’s affection had lead to her disappearance. Aaron looked on, dead in his eyes, as comforting words turned to exploring hands. Uneased by his touch, she pulled away, only to be met by his unforgiving grasp. She struggled as he thrust her under neath him, tearing her shirt off and ripping her high waisted jeans far below her hips, sharp teeth digging deep into her thigh.
The incident eliminated every possibility she saw for her future. When she realized what his bite had done to her, she knew she’d have to leave town or risk hurting someone she knew. She sat on the inflatable pink couch from her childhood and she stared at the black spray-painted corkboard above her desk. An aged postcard of painted pine trees and small buildings stared back at her: the words “Sangren: Tranquility with a side of apple pie” reflected in her eyes. Cole had given her that post card, after a trip to Colorado for his family reunion. And while neither her or Cole knew a living soul in the town, she found comfort in the image, and quickly packed her belongings.
para sample:
Please provied a sample of your para writing, in character, using one of these three prompts:
1. “Nobody seemed to notice.”
2. “Don’t go into the forest alone.”
3. “Where’s the rest of the body?”
She woke up to scratches, everywhere – twigs and rough leaves pressed into her bare skin. Her eyes were fogged by sweat or tears, who could tell the difference. As Anna rubbed the dirt and grime off her face, she was met with a sticky, yet wet red residue on her palms. Startled, she tried to comprehend the situation around her; no clothes in sight but a trail of blood leading to the bushes behind her. Anna’s breath caught in her throat. Sharp twigs dug into her thighs and hands as she hoisted herself out of brush.
Her fingers tenderly pressed through the leaves, revealing what seemed to be the remains of a body. Ice cold fear shot through Anna’s veins as she leaned in closer. At the sight of a bright orange gym shoe, she tensed. Holy Faith, the middle school she had attended prior to St. Mary’s, provided each student with these unsavory pair of sneakers, in order to eliminate difference or praise between classmates. Her gut turned to churning oil as she clasped her arms around the body laying before her. From what she could tell, he was no more than 12 years old, and dressed for some sort of practice. She brushed a brown tuft of hair off his face, only to be met with his lifeless, hazel eyes. Tears began to roll down her face as she grazed over the bite mark over his brow. Feeling the consistency of his blood, Anna’s hand sprang to her own lips - partly from shock, but also recalling the same texture she had felt not minutes ago. And then she knew.
The queasy stomach was not from the mystery of a dead body but from the understanding that she had caused the death of such a small, innocent being. Her nails, nails that seemed much longer than the night before, cut deep into her arms as she collapsed into herself. She had no recollection, but a feeling - an instinct - that she had caused this. She had stolen the bright soul out of the sweet little boy laying before her. Her only thought now was to bring him to where he could be found.
Anna fought the idea that she would have to leave Mayfield. She fought the idea of leaving Cole and the quaint and somewhat tolerable life she had built for herself. She knew, however, that leaving this boy where his family could find him was worlds more important than the idea of leaving her home. Eyes now fogged surely with tears, Anna’s arms dug beneath the damp leaves and limp boy. As she stood, she was met with a lighter weight than expected. She took a breath and focused.. Looking down to where his waist would have been, she found only torn flesh . Sweat dripping and heart racing, only one questioned remained; Where’s the rest of the body?
Welcome, TransUpGuy! Your application for AnthonyCarillo has been accepted! Please send in your account within the next 24 hours.
name, age & preferred pronouns: TransUpGuy 18 He/Him/Himself
timezone & activity level: EST 9:00 AM - 4:30 PM All days of the week.
character name, age, occupation: Anthony Carillo 32 Years Old Manager of the Mecca Motel character
bio:
Anthony grew up in Denver, Colorado with his born pack. His uncle being the alpha of the pack and a strict one at that. As a young as he can remember Anthony was taught to not be merciful or forgiving without a hefty price. Everything had a price and everyone could be bought. Anthony’s family owned a small casino where monsters and humans alike came to gamble but there was a bit more to it as well. It’s also where his uncle held an underground dog fight but the so called ‘Dogs’ were werewolves but more specifically bitten wolves who had no other means of making money.
Anthony enjoyed watching the fights, he had been taught he was better than them because of his genes and liked seeing people kill each other over money. It stuck to him that as long as you have something that other’s want then you would be in control. It was better than being Alpha of a pack. The dog fights were also used to get rid of any traitors in the pack, anyone who stole from the pack or planned to leave the pack. The traitor would be set out in the center of the room and three other members of the pack in wolf form would tear the traitor apart, slowly or quickly depended. At this time Anthony was old enough to know that traitors were just no good for anything, they were better off dead to him and the pack.
As for bonds, Anthony was more close to his uncle than any of his parents or siblings. His uncle didn’t have any children of his own and favored Anthony because of how much they thought alike. Anthony truly missed his uncle when the casino burned down in the middle of the night and every member of the family but him had died in the fire. Nobody but Anthony knows that he was the one who started the fire in the first place, killing his family and the other 73 people in the casino at that time. He was 24 at the time he started the fire and all his ties in Denver were severed.
After that, it seemed pretty clear what to do next. He headed to Sangren, a safe haven for people like him or so he heard. He was hired at the Mecca Motel by an old man who managed the place and surprisingly enough the manager went 'missing’ so Anthony was able to take his place and even start his own underground boxing club to make more money.
para sample: 1. “Nobody seemed to notice.”
Anthony took one long pause afterwards, recalling the past as he sat down on a couch. “I hated being in a pack and I hated my family too. You’d think they would have known…Though I have to say they taught me a lot over the years and if it wasn’t for the Alpha I might have never lit the casino on fire….Yep.” He grinned, showing his teeth before placing a bottle of whiskey up to his mouth and taking a sip. The burn down his throat was sensational, he hadn’t had this stuff for a while now. He set down the bottle and looked at the old man tied up. The old geezer was sweating, breathing heavily through his nostrils and whimpering as he sat there helplessly. “I saw more profit in burning the place with my family inside so I could collect the insurance money and come here so I could buy this place off you but things don’t work out.” Anthony flashed his teeth again, only this time the canines were longer and his eyes glowed yellow.
The old man started to panic as he met eyes with something that was more monster than human and the look in his eyes screamed blood lust. The old man wriggled in his seat, trying to break free from the ropes but it only amused Anthony more. Seeing his prey struggle in front of him was pleasant. He walked up to the old man, grabbing a handful of the gray hairs on his head and yanking his head up towards the ceiling. “No hard feelings, this is just business….No one will miss you.” Anthony’s claws swiftly slashed through the old man’s neck and blood streamed out of his neck like a fountain, most of it getting on Anthony himself.
He let go of the older male’s hair, his head dropping like a rag doll. Anthony retracted his claws, his eyes didn’t glow so brightly anymore too and his canine teeth were normal. The old man wasn’t worth it to shift completely. Anthony lathered his tongue onto his lips, tasting some of the blood before he sat back down and grabbed the bottle of whiskey. He looked around the motel room and then took another sip of the liquor, his feet laid across the couch as well. He’d clean up in the morning and then start his first day as the manager of the Mecca Motel.
Welcome, MaryAnna! Your application for Laura (now Rory) Franklin has been accepted! Please send in your account within the next 24 hours.
Name, age & preferred pronouns:
Tell us your name, or what you prefer to go by out of character. Please be honest about your age, because this is a mature roleplay, as stated in the rules.
Hi! I’m MaryAnna, you can call me that or give me a nickname or something, and I’m 19. Oh also I identify as female, so she/her/herself ~
Time zone & activity level:
State what time zone you primarily live in, and describe your activity level.
I live in California, so pacific? I’m home from college, I have no job, and strongly dislike the people living in this subergatory so… activity level? A solid 8 or 9. I’ll let you guys know if I decide to make friends or get a job.
Character name, age, occupation:
Tell us the name of the character you’re applying for, or the name of the OC you’ve created, as well as the character’s age and what they do.
I shall be auditioning for the role of Laura Franklin.
Character bio:
Please write a bio for your character based on their provided springboard. Remember that you’re able to tweak or change certain aspects if necessary. If this is an original character, the previous doesn’t apply.
Rory Franklin
Age: 22
Species: Witch
Occupation: Radio DJ, Grad student
Face claim: Elizabeth Olsen
Much like most of the Sangren, population – excluding a good portion of the SSU students - Rory grew up in the forested college town. Having seldom ventured outside of city limits she had grown very familiar with every avenue, every coffee shop, and especially every music venue. Her childhood was fairly normal; she got into trouble a couple times for her mouth, but nothing too out of the ordinary except for the incident with hide-and-go-seek and the whole witch thing. With her parents owning and operating one of the more popular eateries in town –vegan friendly of course – she was thrown into the social scene since she started visiting her parents at work. As her family was fairly well known, not much was kept private, which must be why she became such an open and sociable person. She worked at her parent’s café –often getting in trouble for talking too much at the register – until midway through her second semester at SSU. Though she liked working for her parents, Rory was eager for an outlet for her incessant talking. She found at the radio station adjacent to campus. She started out stacking CD’s and gradually earned late night airtime. Having been brought up on good coffee and even better music by her rather hip mom and dad, she was a natural. She nailed down a primetime slot not too long after making her first radio appearance, and the younger population quickly took notice.
Rory became aware of what she was around when she started high school. She hadn’t noticed her abilities until she threw one particularly bad tantrum. One night after a fight with her parents, Rory stormed up into her room, wrought with anger and hormones she wailed into her pillow. It felt to her like an earthquake was rippling out of her chest. Her entire room shook violently, knocking books and albums off her shelves and toppling over her stereo. The tantrum finally ended when she heard something shatter. Only then did she notice the mess and how strange she felt. She went around the room cleaning up, absolutely bewildered by whatever had just happened, that’s when she noticed the cracks running up her fingers. Thank god it was winter or her gloves would have earned some looks.
As she grew up she became more familiar with her power, but didn’t really go beyond the petty stuff. In high school she attempted a love potion but that quickly backfired. She sticks to making good luck charms to help with important exams and little things to keep her jeans safe from coffee spills at work. The darkest she’d ever delved into witchcraft was when she pulled a nasty prank on a professor who gave her a 69% in chemistry her sophomore year of college, and that only required a little blood. Truthfully she is much more content spending time on her playlists and tinkering with old equipment in the radio station than honing her skills as a witch. However, she is quite fond of her ability to reading people. She was always particularly adept at picking up moods before she figured out how to use her powers, but after freshman year of college she really went a pro. She can easily sense a person’s mood and even personality traits after having figured out how to focus. She prides herself in this and actually carries a couple tarot decks; tarot and palm reading are the only two things she’s actually gotten pretty decent at.
Rory is fairly lighthearted and kind. However, the line between dark and light is kind of blurry as far as she’s concerned and even then she’s seldom concerned about her use of magic. She’s not particularly careful about misuse, however she hasn’t ever felt the urge to do something big. To her it was just her luck that she was afflicted with magic, so she might as well use it to keep a solid 3.39 GPA and keep her parents from discovering hickies. She’s fiercely loyal, especially to her family and close friends, which is where lines really become blurred for her. Her internal filter also tends to be a little faulty and often says things before really thinking about future consequences. This has made it difficult for her to make close friends as she sometimes comes off as a little too candid, which is very unsettling for some.
Para sample:
Please provide a sample of your para writing, in character, using one of these three prompts:
1. “Nobody seemed to notice.”
2. “Don’t go into the forest alone.”
3. “Where’s the rest of the body?”
“Gooooood evening sweet, sweet Sangren!”
Rory plopped down into the sunken, but oh so comfortable, leather office chair and leaned toward the hot mic. She liked how loud and close she sounded in the giant headphones which covered her ears like earmuffs – she left one off of course, resting behind her ear incase an intern needed something. She shuffled through a couple CD’s left on the desk, tossing out some high school kid’s mixed tape, and putting all the good 90’s alternative aside for later.
“I, Rory, will be your host. I hope you’re all doing as wonderfully as I am. Alright, I’ll spare you guys the traffic report and cut to what everyone’s talking about. As most of you have heard following the disappearance of the kid from Clarkdale City College, who was probably up her partying, police found pieces of body at the edge of the woods. It’s suspected that it’s him but there’s not much of the guy left. This has everyone asking: Where’s the rest of the body?”
She shivered, and took a long drink of her coffee. Though gruesome stuff wasn’t too uncommon in Sangren, it was still absolutely terrifying sometimes. She tried her best to sound lighthearted, especially on the air. What was worse were the things that never make it to the news. She didn’t know too many people like her, but a few of the witches she’d run into in the past have some stories to tell. Thank god nothing too awful has happened to her family, probably because they lived in the town so long they knew how to subconsciously avoid whatever all the murder victims were doing wrong did wrong.
“And that kids is why you don’t go into the forest alone… Anyway, here’s Wonderwall,” she said, hitting play and muting her mic.
Cozied up in a blanket she brought from her apartment and with her coffee in the mug she charmed to maintain heat, she was set for the night. One of the interns would come to relieve her later, as they finally proved themselves worthy of the cracked leather throne, but from 8-12, the studio was hers. And so was all the junk in it. Rory swiveled around to where she put an old ham on the end of the desk, elevated on a pedestal of stacked records unsuitable for the air. She grabbed a screwdriver and picked up where she left off the night before.
While Radiohead poured through the speakers, she messed around with the insides of the machine. She occasionally stopped tinkering to give a couple shout outs to local businesses or say something snarky, before resuming her meticulously put together playlist for that night. The trick was never to repeat a track and never, ever, over play a good one. She nearly clipped off her finger-tip off mid-tinker when the intern came in and knocked over a stack of CD’s. She cursed and pulled off her headphones, swiveling around to face the kid. She opened her mouth to tell him off for being so damn clumsy, but she could sense that she had a bad day. Instead, she sighed that it was okay and swiveled back around to sign off after a track by some obscure surfer band faded out. The poor kid was so sad all the time and reeked of heartbreak, especially tonight. God, I can practically hear The Smiths just by looking at him. Rory hit play on “Cornerstone” by The Arctic Monkeys and called it a night.
