Welcome to the University of California: Los Angeles, the home of the Bruins.
We are here to provide you with an excellent college education. UCLA strives to create the best atmosphere possible for our students to thrive academically and socially. We hope everyone who passes through our doors will leave as a better person and know their place in the world. UCLA is home to a variety of students from a variety of backgrounds, and an amazing faculty that hopes to mold their young minds.
February 4th, The Black Fang has arrived.
A gang has infiltrated the campus in a whirlwind of kidnappings, drug deals and prostitution. A small resistance group called the White Angels has formed to battle the Black Fang.
Since April 28th, 2012.
As much as it pains me to say this, I think that it's come to the point where UCLA will be closing down. Most of the characters have run their course here and the plots have come to an end, so I think it's a good time for them to move on. It's been an amazing time with you guys and I appreciate all of the effort and time you've all put in here with us. If you're still looking to roleplay with us, we'll be starting up a new roleplay very soon and anyone interested is welcome to to check it out. Best of luck to all of our members. If you have any questions or just want to keep in touch, I'll still be around the OOC for awhile, so feel free to contact me there. <3
Born to a drug dealer and a pimp, Charlotte was given up for adoption and later adopted by two wealthy Boston surgeons, being their only child. As a child, she was shy and weird, spending a lot of time alone instead of with friends. She grew up not asking much from her adoptive parents, which resulted in them giving her less attention, emotionally affecting her more than she let on. From an early age, Charlotte knew that she in the future she didn’t want to get involved with people and communications and by the time she was in high school, she decided to become a medical examiner; examining dead bodies and performing autopsies. The perfect job for her. Acing her way through college and medical school, she become the Chief Medical Examiner in Los Angeles not too long after graduating. They said they haven’t had anyone like her in a long time.
Dr. Woods is a walking library, able to spout out facts, regardless of whether or not they are relevant to the current conversation. This means that it would take a lot for someone to be friends with Charlotte. She absolutely loves examining dead bodies. She used to prefer them over live ones, who would just judge, tease and make fun of her but after a while, her and her colleagues have made her open up a bit more. Something about Charlotte is that she never lies; it is apparent when she does because she begins to sweat and hyperventilate. She has an impeccable taste in clothing, always going around in nice clothes, even when going to work or just having a casual night at home. When around new people, she had a tenancy to over analyze them and point out their medical conditions; making it hard for her to be around.
Traits ✒ -
positives:Passionate, very intelligent (often babbles useless facts out), truthful.
negatives: Brutal honesty, slightly socially awkward, tenancy to over analyze other peoples medical conditions.
Everything looks good, Alex! Send in the account as soon as you can.
Age: 16
Timezone: EST
Face claim: (Please check face claim list found in the “about” section): Sasha Alexander
Character name: Charlotte Woods
Age: 30
Grade/Staff position: Medical examiner at the local hospital; teaches a couple classes in that field.
Major(s)/minor(s): -
Home state: Boston
Sexual orientation: Straight
Is your character involved with the Black Fang or White Angels? If so, explain: No.
Three positive traits: Passionate, very intelligent (often babbles useless facts out), truthful.
Three negative traits: Brutal honesty, slightly socially awkward, tenancy to over analyze other peoples medical conditions.
Bio: (Look to our for examples-2/3 paragraphs please):
Born to a drug dealer and a pimp, Charlotte was given up for adoption and later adopted by two wealthy Boston surgeons, being their only child. As a child, she was shy and weird, spending a lot of time alone instead of with friends. She grew up not asking much from her adoptive parents, which resulted in them giving her less attention, emotionally affecting her more than she let on. From an early age, Charlotte knew that she in the future she didn't want to get involved with people and communications and by the time she was in high school, she decided to become a medical examiner; examining dead bodies and performing autopsies. The perfect job for her. Acing her way through college and medical school, she become the Chief Medical Examiner in Los Angeles not too long after graduating. They said they haven't had anyone like her in a long time.
Dr. Woods is a walking library, able to spout out facts, regardless of whether or not they are relevant to the current conversation. This means that it would take a lot for someone to be friends with Charlotte. She absolutely loves examining dead bodies. She used to prefer them over live ones, who would just judge, tease and make fun of her but after a while, her and her colleagues have made her open up a bit more. Something about Charlotte is that she never lies; it is apparent when she does because she begins to sweat and hyperventilate. She has an impeccable taste in clothing, always going around in nice clothes, even when going to work or just having a casual night at home. When around new people, she had a tenancy to over analyze them and point out their medical conditions; making it hard for her to be around.
Para sample: (Two paragraphs. Does not have to be in character. In Third Person please.)
Sasha acted on an impulse, that was for sure. Even though she was tired and sore, she still wanted to be with Ray. He was one of the only men she trusted, which was definitely a rare thing for her considering her job. She did have a chance to relax before her little date with Ray, so that would help a bit. She smirked upon seeing him when she opened the door. “Oh, for so long.” She rolled her eyes playfully before closing the door and locking it behind him. Hugging him back, she gave a squeeze before letting go and watching him walk further into her home as she followed. “Cute?” She looked down at her outfit before furrowing her eyebrows back at him. “I usually get sexy or fucking hot. But… It is all for you.”
Sasha licked her lips and let her fingers tease the tie on her robe, taking a few steps over to Ray and sitting on his knee as she crossed her legs. “I should be the one inviting you to sit down, not the other way around.” She danced her fingers along his collar bone, a smirk still playing on her face. “You see me like this every night at work but now…” Sasha leaned forward so her lips were by his ear. “But now, this is all for you.”
Any questions/concerns?: (Hint: You need to put something specific here) Honey Boo Boo.
The changes are absolutely fine with us, Millie. We look forward to seeing what Beau will bring to the roleplay. Send the account in as soon as you can!
OOC Name: Millie
Age: 20
Timezone:ACST
Character Name: Beauregard "Beau" Adair
Why do you want this character?: I would like this character because I enjoy college based RPGs and I love the idea of playing Darren Criss as a shy, introverted character.
Any changes or additions to the character?:
I've already requested to change his name and I would also like to change his major to architecture, I like the thought of him being a quiet artist who is too reserved to risk committing to the arts so he expresses himself through architectural design.
Is your character involved with the Black Fang or White Angels? If so, explain: No.
Sexuality of character if not specified:
Any questions/concerns?: (Hint: You need to put something specific here.) Honey Boo Boo.
Para sample:
Beau thread his fingers through his curly mess of hair where he sat at his desk, elbow firmly planted against its' wooden surface and pencil scratching nonsense into the pad of paper in front of him. It had been an hour, Beau was supposed to be finished in half but he was distracted. The work wasn't at all like he had thought it would be, he expected to meet a flock of fellow artists like himself, just trying to make a sensible career choice out of their talents but it simply wasn't the case. Sure, Beau was at good at math as any of his classmates, he could almost calculate an angle to an exact decimal point just by looking at it but that wasn't why he was there. He was there because he loved to sketch. He loved the sound of lead pencil dipping into crisp white paper, he loved the way lines came together, shaded and shaped to make something unique and entirely of his own doing, it was like a personal form of magic to him the way the ideas in his head came alive in his sketches. He'd always loved the idea of being able to express himself so sincerely, so clearly when it was down on paper but he'd never been good with words.
He squeezed his eyes tight shut behind thick rimmed glasses, he was getting distracted again, day dreaming, his pencil had stilled and his notes were halted for the umpteenth time that afternoon. Why couldn't he focus? Perhaps it was the way he'd spied Bryan in the courtyard, conversing with a handsome brunette in what appeared to be a more than friendly manner. He grunted audible at the thought and with a light slapping sound he put down his pencil, flattening it to the sheet of paper only half marked with scribbly lecture notes. Beau wiped both of his hands over his face, dipping beneath his glasses. He hadn't shaved in a couple of days and he was starting to think that perhaps a beard might flatter him, could he pull of quirky like that? He wasn't sure, he didn't really have anybody to ask. Distracted. Always distracted. He silently cursed himself. Things had been so much easier in high school, he'd been at the top of all his classes, a real golden boy when it came to sports and other extracurriculars, he often missed the debate team when these sorts of tangents sprung to mind. Why was it so hard for him to focus? To transcribe a single lecture that was hardly even an hour in length.
Beau picked up his pencil one more "Focus" he muttered to himself in a gravelly tone, adjusting his glasses on his face quickly and returning to his lecture pad, finishing his sentence from where he'd left it just moments before and trying with all his might not to let his mind wander again.
Hey guys, just a few things before I head out for the day:
I won't be on until later tonight, so any admin things will be dealt with then. So, if you need anything just sit tight, I will be around this evening once I've moved back to university.
There have been a lot of [action] type posts on the dash recently and I'd really like to cut down on that. Generally speaking, gif chats are over an online type setting between the characters. Of course, if they're roommates and it makes sense that they're together, face-to-face gif chats are perfectly okay, as we understand it's a natural part of roleplaying. Even then, though, try and have the action descriptions in the tags, it just looks cleaner on the dash. If something is extremely action intensive, it might make more sense to just switch it to a short gif para instead.
The event for Harry Tobin's birthday party will begin today, so be sure to tag starters are uclaevent if it's a part of that. This is a case where the gif chats will all be face to face, as with most other events.
And last, but not least, just a reminder that Karson Morgan, Kyle Deyer, Miles Xavier, Ryson McCallum, and Leighton Kirke are on temporary hiatuses at the moment.
Thanks for waiting for me to get the bio up for you! Sorry that it took so long. But, everything is sorted out and you are good to go. Send the account in as soon as you can, Kaitlyn :)
Age: 19.
Timezone: AEST (I think that's GMT+11, or something?)
Character Name: Remi Wilder (Emma Stone FC!)
Why do you want this character?: I am, obviously, partial to Emma Stone FCs, and I've been wanting to do a university/college RP for a while so when I read Remi's bio she seemed perfect. I can relate to some of her struggles, and can see plenty of room for character growth.
Any changes or additions to the character?:
Is your character involved with the Black Fang or White Angels? If so, explain: No, thank you.
Sexuality of character if not specified: Already specified.
Any questions/concerns?: (Hint: You need to put something specific here.) A dollar makes me holla, Honey Boo Boo Child. Also, I'm moving this weekend so I apologise if my activity is scarce, but I promise that I will be around as much as possible. I'm usually a 7 or an 8. Also (also), I have zero knowledge as to Business Studies, but. Hopefully that won't be an issue.
Para (Two paragraphs. Does not have to be in character. In Third Person please.):
Fastening the clip into her hair, Nora glanced into the mirror to inspect her reflection. Pursing her lips, she reapplied the lipstick that always seemed to yield the best results when paired with her signature smile and she sighed, hoping that today might be the day that she’d reap success and maybe, hopefully, be able to pay the rent without fluttering her eyelashes at her landlord – Mr Lionel, a renowned creep who always seemed to linger too long when shaking your hand and stank of cheap cigars.
It was her fifth audition in as many days and while the auditions seemed promising, it always seemed to be the blondes that were successful in being called back to see their names in lights. Maybe Nora just wasn’t the right name… maybe she needed a stage name… shaking the thought out of her head, Nora made her way to the building address that was illegibly scribbled on the notepad she carried around with her obsessively – was that a 1, or a 7?
Spotting a familiar bob of blonde hair, Nora smiled curtly at a pretty eighteen year old that was fanning her face with a magazine. “It’s just so dang hot here. I grew up in Alabama and it never seemed to be this hot.” Nora knew that it was Jean’s drawl that got her so many of her roles – that sweet, Southern charm – and it drove her insane. It seemed that everybody had something that made them special, and all Nora had going for her was her shock of red hair.
“It’s a stinker.” Nora agreed, sitting beside her and pressing her hands together on her lap. “How’s everything with you?”
“Oh, just wonderful. You know, it’s not Ingrid or Rita level yet but give it time, give it time…” Jean clicked her tongue and winked. “And you? I’m so sorry about the Warner Bros thing, it’s such a shame, you were perfect for that role.”
“Uh-huh.” Nora shrugged it off, trying not to let on how much the rejection had stung. Deciding she was tiring of Jean’s all too chipper demeanor, she grabbed a magazine and peeled back the tattered cover. It was aged, and she’d sat in this same audition waiting room more times than she could count and read the articles four times over. Still, there was a comfort in the familiar and it quelled the anxiety that had started to bubble up inside her.
Finally, after what might have been twenty minutes, the door opened up and out stepped a woman wearing glasses that didn’t suit her facial structure in the slightest. “Ms… Miller. Nora Miller. You’re up next, sweetheart.”
Ignoring Jean’s nudge of good luck, Nora pushed herself to her feet and inhaled sharply. Another shot. Following the assistant inside, she hoped this might be it. Maybe, today, her name would be on its way to shining brightly.
Remi is one of five children and grew up as the eldest girl of the bunch, which always made her feel personally responsible for the younger three.. Her parents were never around much, as they are very involved with a vast social life and often left Remi and her older brother Joshua as the only two to care for their younger siblings.. This put a lot of responsibility on her shoulders and forced her to grow up faster than she she would have liked. Because she felt such an obligation to her family, Remi never complained about the situation. She didn't want her siblings to grow up without any strong sense of authority and she did whatever she could to make their lives a bit easier.
Through high school, Remi was also very involved with a variety of extra curricular activities. Between classes, her position on the schools tennis and track teams, as well as her leadership spot in the anthropological society, Remi was very busy through the week. Adding in taking care of her siblings left her with a lot to deal with. So, when it came time to choose a college at the end of high school, Remi made a decision for herself for a change. With a sports scholarship to play tennis at UCLA, Remi made the move across country to attend a college far from home. She felt that it was time to start branching out for herself, rather than spending her entire life taking care of her siblings, no matter how much she loved and cared for them.
Now that she's in college and has settled in, Remi feels a lot less pressure, even if she still has a lot on her plate. She calls home often to keep up with her family and is still very involved with their lives, but the distance has helped her really grow as her own person and learn more about herself.. Even if she only visits home now and again, Remi is sure that her decision was the best thing for her. As she is starting her last year at UCLA, Remi is starting to look to the future again and is hopeful that she'll be able to get a job closer to home so that she could be with her family again after graduating.
With the end of summer fast approaching, the last big parties of the summer are being thrown. This Friday, August 16th, Harry Tobin is throwing one for everyone in the UCLA community. Though it's for his birthday, everyone is invited to come out to a bonfire on the beach and celebrate the end of the summer before classes begin again. The event will take place this Friday and everyone is invited to come, just be sure to tag any starters for the party as uclaevent.
Everything looks good, Chloe. The face claim change is perfectly fine, as well as adding the photography minor! We're excited to have you here, send the account in whenever you get the chance.
OOC Name: Chloe J
Age: 18
Timezone: EST
Character Name: Nicki Rodgers
Why do you want this character?: I would like to play Nicki Rodgers because I believe I can do her character justice! She is not just your typical party character, she’s more complex than that due to being there on an athletic scholarship and her grades are tanking. I think it will be fun to play a strong willed character that is smart and a partier.
Any changes or additions to the character?: I’d really love it if her face claim could be Holland Roden instead, and for her to have a minor in photography to add more diversity to her character.
Is your character involved with the Black Fang or White Angels? If so, explain: She isn’t involved in either.
Sexuality of character if not specified: Pansexual
Any questions/concerns?: (Hint: You need to put something specific here.)
Honey Boo Boo J
(Two paragraphs. Does not have to be in character. In Third Person please.)
Scout tossed restlessly in her bed, unable to find a comfortable position. She opened one eye to peek at her alarm clock and saw the time; 11 PM. She hated this hour. It was when the sounds of her parents screams were at their peak, right before they died. She clenched her eyes shut and drew the covers over her head, not wanting to hear them tonight. Could she not have one moment to herself? She didn’t want her foster parents to come in or overhear her speaking to “them” again. She was tired of arguing over her issues, or in her opinion, lack of. They couldn’t be won over and frankly, she didn’t care to beat the dead horse anymore. She was tired, mentally and physically.
As Scout attempted to fall back asleep, her thoughts floated back to that night once more. The night. Where her entire life was flipped upside down and tossed aside. She threw the sheets off and ran over to her closet, flinging the door open and quickly closing it behind her, taking a seat against the back of the wall. She pulled her knees close to her body, as if they were a shield from her thoughts. Closets were the only place she felt safe anymore. Every other place made her feel uneasy, even if the sensation was faint and she could push it back. Unfortunately, it was always still there. Scout was tired of feeling scared. She knew nothing would happen to her now because the incident was a random act of violence and they were not coming for her, but it still haunted her dreams, even to this day. She hated those men for stealing her innocence and joy from her. She would never live a normal life, and those sick assholes were to blame.
Soon, Scout was starting to drift off. She leaned against a pillow, for there was always one in her closet. She slept here more than she does in her bed. She nuzzled her face into her pillow and a subtle smile crossed her lips as she thought of the morning of the incident. They were so happy and full of life. Her mom was making blueberry pancakes, her absolute favorite while her dad was goofily dancing with her to old music. It was the best memory she had of them, the one she remembered most vividly. They had no idea of the horrors that would take them from this world later that day; they danced and smiled as if nothing in the world could harm them. Scout knew that was not true, she knew now that the world was an evil and painful place. She couldn’t understand how everyone else seemed to live without a care in the world. Her life wasn’t that blissful anymore. Ever since that night, Scout barely even had a life.
