appearance : firkle is still very tiny, especially compared to the other boys in his grade. He's about 4'6, and barely weighs anything. He could easily be carried around by others
He's naturally blonde, but dyes his hair black. He currently has his bangs dyed purple as well. It's almost shoulder length.
His eyes are baby blue, but he wears coloured contacts, usually grey or brown instead. He's very pale, people often thinking He's sick because of it. He almost never goes out without makeup, whether it be tradgoth or more natural
personality : firkle is rude and agressive, but also seemingly emotionless most of the time. That much is obvious to most people. He doesn't like to let people in.
Towards people he cares about though, mostly the goths, he's cuddly and childish. He still acts his age, sometimes even younger. He tends to go to the older goths when upset, too, which happens fairly easily
history : firkles parents weren't the best, to say the least. Well, his father tried to be a good parent, but his mother made ever living moment absolute hell, even landing firkle in the hospital a couple times. Firkle doesn't trust most adults, and hasn't for most of his life.
He thinks He's the reason his little brother (non canon) is dead, since he and his mother were arguing before they got into a collision. This moment caused him to refuse to go into a vehicle since then, and getting him into a car will likely end up with someone bleeding, or at least scratched a little bit. He absolutely WILL fight you.
writing sample : firkle just stared at the woman in front if him. He wasn't listening to anything she was screaming, knowing it wouldn't be helpful, and would only make him feel worse. He zoned out, and didn't notice she'd left until she slammed his door.
He blinked a bit as he was brought back to reality and sighed, grabbing his phone. He immediately texted the group chat, saying he was coming over to hens house, before going over to his window, opening it just enough to sneak out with his already packed bag. He slid out the window, climbed down the tree, then ran down the sidewalk
headcanons : - has ptsd
-doesn't smoke as much as he did when he was little
- has harmed himself before, but still hasn't told the other goths
- was in a car crash when he was 10 and almost died
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Kyle Broflovski has been accepted! Within 24 hrs the link to the discord will be sent to your blog and you'll be an official part of our community!
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admin name / alias : Fay
age : 18
pronouns : she/her
timezone : GMT
activity level : 7
triggers : Antisemitism
wanna join the discord? : Yes please :)
password : ✨ bumfuzzle ✨
character you’re applying for : Kyle Broflovski
favorite ships for your character : Style, K2, Staig, Token/Kyle, Tweek/Kyle, Clyde/Kyle + Most other boys if they vibe (and aren’t Cartman)
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full name : Kyle Benjamin Broflovski
birthday : May 26th
age : 18
sexuality, gender, pronouns : Gay; Gender questioning (he/him for now)
grade : Senior/Grade 12
faceclaim : Fionn Creber
appearance :
Kyle has fair skin, with sandy freckles that darken across his face and body during the summer. There’s a distinct sharpness to his face: high cheekbones, strong brow and angular jaw contribute to an almost gaunt appearance. His eyes are an indecisive mix between green and brown, lined fair lashes, and tend to betray whatever emotion he’s trying to hide. His relaxed lips seem to be perpetually bordering on a sneer, and when he smiles his mouth just widens, as opposed to turning up at the corners. He’s self-conscious about his ears, because he thinks they stick out a little too far.
Kyle puts a lot of effort into his appearance, although he likes to pretend that he doesn’t. He has an elaborate combination of products which keeps his hair mostly under control: full and curly on the top and shaved short on the sides. His sense of style aligns with the more casual elements of dark academia: sweaters and turtlenecks, plaid or corduroy pants, and trench coats. He usually dresses in greens or browns, which are his favourite colours. He wears round gold wire glasses.
personality :
Kyle likes to think of himself as an acquired taste. Bitter, earthy, with a slightly sour aftertaste. He’s held onto that sense of self-righteousness and desire for justice that he had as a kid, but has largely dropped the act of pursuing it. After failure after failure, he’s become disillusioned and cynical, and has resolved to simply not care about anything anymore. Unfortunately, he’s not very good at that, so all he has left is to claim that he doesn’t care, whilst quietly stewing in his anger. In truth, Kyle wants nothing more than to be proved wrong, for someone to demonstrate that there is hope left in this world after all, but so far he’s never been convinced.
Whilst he may come across as blunt and unpleasant as a first impression, Kyle can be a great friend when he’s decided you’re worth the effort. He’s fiercely loyal and does his best to empathise with your troubles, even if his advice is often unsolicited. He’ll work with you to help you achieve your goals, and he’ll openly loathe anyone who opposes you. But he’s not afraid to call you out on your bullshit, either, and tends to favour truth over kindness.
history :
Kyle’s parents got divorced when he was twelve, which was a traumatic event, but ultimately for the best. He lives with his mother - who has since mellowed out - and Ike, but he refuses to speak to his father. Kyle planned on becoming a politician when he was younger, but given his growing disillusionment with the US Political system, he decided in freshman year of high school that journalism was more his thing. He’d like to become editor of his own independent socialist newspaper one day, but he feels that in reality he’ll probably be stuck writing clickbait Buzzfeed articles for the rest of his life. Kyle’s core friendship group has mostly stayed the same over the years (largely because he’s not good at making new friends). But he cut all ties with Cartman at the start of high school, and still refuses to acknowledge him. It upsets him that people are still friendly to him, and don’t see his antisemitism and bigotry as anything other than a funny little quirk.
Unlike most of his peers, Kyle has never been in a relationship. Not in elementary school, not in middle school, and certainly not in high school. He’s never been invited on a date, he’s never been asked to a dance–or even asked to dance. He claims that he’s not bothered by this, and that he doesn’t have the time or energy for a relationship anyway. But he’s actually incredibly self-conscious about his inexperience, and it’s led to a number of deep-rooted insecurities. Despite presenting himself as confident, Kyle sees himself as generally ‘undesirable,’ and thus won’t seek out new friendships or social situations without being dragged there, and cannot for the life of him pick up on signs that someone might be flirting. He’s been harbouring a small but bothersome crush on his best friend, Stan, since the age of thirteen, which rears its ugly head at the most inconvenient of times. He can’t quite manage to kick, no matter how hard he tries.
writing sample :
With all of his friends in class, Kyle spent his free period on a Tuesday in the school library. He was struck, as always, by the vague sense of disappointment as he walked through the doors. Harsh lighting, metal shelves, the voices of his loathsome peers as they whispered loudly across the room. It was an undeniably sub-par environment, just like everything else in South Park. He could not wait for the day that this all became an undeniably sub-par memory instead.
He wandered the isles until he came to the classics section. In the mood to revisit old favourites, he pulled a few off the shelf: Frankenstein, Of Mice and Men, Maurice. Satisfied, he set off in search of a private corner to read undisturbed in, and in doing so, he passed the YA fiction display. A book caught his eye, its cover depicting two teenage boys exchanging a brooding gaze. Kyle deviated from his path to inspect it, taking care to adopt a look of mild disgust, so that anyone who catches him wasting his time with this trashy stuff would know that he was doing so ironically. He pushed his glasses up his nose and scanned the blurb. A dystopian Romeo and Juliet style romance about two ‘chosen one’ boys. Can you get any more cliche? Kyle thought, rolling his eyes, before quietly slipping it into his chosen pile of books and carrying it with him to the check out. Ironically, of course.
headcanons :
Kyle’s never officially ‘come out’ as gay, but there’s an unspoken understanding amongst all South Park residents that he is. His mother is very supportive and an enthusiastic ally, which he finds embarrassing, but knows it’s better to be the alternative.
He’s got a shitty immune system and seasonal allergies, which means he’s frequently ill. But he prefers to suffer in silence, carrying on as though nothing was wrong, and resisting anyone else’s attempts to take care of him.
When flustered, he will default to disdain to cover up his true feelings. However, a tell-tale sign that someone’s got to him is the reddening of the tips of his ears.
He’s applied to a few English universities, hoping to study Journalism there. Despite claiming to hate South Park and everything in it, he’s actually intimidated by ‘the great unknown’ outside it, and doesn’t adjust well to change, so is secretly incredibly nervous by the prospect of life beyond high school.
Along with being unable to interpret flirting or romantic signals, he sometimes misunderstands offers of friendship as people just wanting something from him, and as such will be surprised and flattered when people refer to him as a friend, even if they have known each other for years.
He’s grappled with anxiety since middle school, but has generally learned to cope with it. He feels embarrassed about his panic attacks and tries to hide them because he knows they’re not rational.
appearance : Wendy is 5′7″, and petite, with lean muscle, especially in her legs. She does a variety of activities that hone her physical prowess, baseball during the school year, ballet year-round. As a result, she has some decent muscle packed in.
writing sample :
Warm, brown eyes, comparable to melted chocolate. Thick/dark, shapely eyebrows. Her skin is pale and minorly sensitive, so she only wears certain make-ups, and only on occasion. She keeps up with a rigorous skin/hair regimen. Thick, black hair with bangs, swept to the side.
personality : Wendy is the type of person that will give you the shirt off her back. Ever the hero, she’s good-hearted, kind, and bright, always willing to lend a helping hand with a smile. As open-minded as she is, Wendy is very grounded, stubborn, and set in her ways. She is a good person, mostly, but she can also be impulsive, vengeful, ambitious, or jealous. She can be about as unstable and manipulative as Cartman, and this shouldn’t be looked over, despite her countless good deeds. She’s not above being a shitty person if it gets the job done.
history : Wendy is daughter and only child to Collin and Lucille “Lucy” Testaburger. Coming from a family with a strong female presence in both politics and in the home, copious amounts of stubbornness and tact was instilled in Wendy from a young age.
While loving and supportive, her parents both work quite time-consuming jobs, whether it be in City Hall or at a construction site. From a young age, she was already a latch-key kid, walking home alone from school, doing her own laundry, making her own snacks. Her parents didn’t bother with a babysitter because, well, Wendy didn’t need one. We’re talking Matilda-level self sufficiency here (without the cool brain tricks, of course). Much like everything else in her life, Wendy took on a leadership role, even when it came to her own care and well-being.
In middle school, Wendy split from her longtime, on-and-off boyfriend, Stan, “for good”. Of course, that term as always been tentative when it comes to them, but to her credit, they haven’t been back together since. This is labeled as a defining moment in Wendy’s life. Breaking off a long-standing committed relationship is quite a step. Perhaps with or without relation to that, this is also when Wendy finished off her final years in cheerleading and volleyball (she couldn’t just quit–that’s not the Testaburger way).
Wendy has some underdeveloped, pent-up anger issues. More often than not, tapping into that involves her fists, crisscrossed scars along her knuckles the spawn of a long line of broken walls and splintered trees. Her newly dropped sports and hobbies were supposed to be a way to give her more time to find herself–but with more time to herself, she seemed to be getting more frustrated.
She picked up a job as a waitress at a local restaurant to save up money for a car (she refused to let mommy and daddy pay for it), and one night, she gets into an avid discussion with a group of rugged ladies about a fun event coming up in Denver. They invite her to come and, finding the prospect exciting, she accepts. Little did she know what she was being invited to was not some carnival, but something exciting, and quite illegal.
Always being rather morally ambiguous, it didn’t take long for Wendy to get roped into the world of underground street fighting. It was a way to vent all the pent up frustration and anger she carried so heavily on her shoulders–and very effective, as well. There was nothing quite as satisfying as cracking a fist against wayward bone. She entered, and stayed, balancing her newfound hobby with her clubs, work, school, and internship. Quite the packed schedule, but that’s just the way Wendy likes it. She isn’t one to stay idle for long.
This low-key career doesn’t come without repercussions, however. Wendy sometimes shows up to school with a few bruises or injuries, as much as she likes to keep them covered, sometimes something slips. What’s a girl to do? Wendy is president of the Key Club, South Park chapter, captain on the Debate Team, and plays on the baseball team during season.
Wendy Testaburger had applied to seventeen different colleges. If there should be any academic award to be had, it should be the overachiever award. She’d got on the ball early, and she liked having options, if only to weigh them against each other and see how high she could score. She’d even applied to some Ivy leagues; Yale, Brown, Harvard. Shoot for the stars, right? Really put all those volunteer hours to use. Even if they did toss out her application when they saw that she was from Butt Fuck, Colorado.
Letters swept into the mail, all acceptance notes, as was anticipated. Admittedly, if Wendy had received even one decline out of seventeen, she would have been thoroughly struck to the core. What college wouldn’t be happy to have Wendy fucking Testaburger grace their halls with her presence? They would have been out of their fucking minds.
Still, all the confidence she had in her charm, good looks, and decently sized brain didn’t prepare her for the letter she opened from Yale. Heart pounding, blood racing, head spinning, she ran inside, nearly sliding on the ice that crusted the porch. After a good, long session of screaming and jumping, ruining the throw pillows on her parents’ couch, Wendy moved her attentions to her cellphone, pressing her mother’s number and beaming.
She didn’t answer. Well, that was to be expected, that was her mobile number. Wendy must have been too excited to think things through. She scrolled to her mother’s secretary’s number, listening impatiently for the old woman to pick up. Finally, an answer, “Office of Mrs. Lucille Testaburger, can I take a message?"
Wendy sat up, gripping the phone tightly, "Hey, Alberta, it’s Wendy. Can I talk to my mom, please? It’s sort of an emergency."
"Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie, but she’s in a very important meeting right now. She made it very clear that she wasn’t to be disturbed,” Not even by her own daughter, apparently, “Can I take a message? Is there anything wrong?"
Pulling the phone away, Wendy heaved a sigh before she brought it to her ear once more, "No, that’s fine. I can just wait until she gets home. Thank you,”
Hanging up, she was almost discouraged. Almost. She quickly typed in her father’s number, answered with the sound of metal grinding against dirt, and her dad asking again and again for her to repeat herself. Wendy, finally conceding, hung up.
She could wait until they got home, no biggie.
headcanons :
Wendy has a large, white cat named Rosie that she adopted from the local pet store as a kitten. Rosie has had two batches of kittens so far and shows no sign of stopping.
She has a severe allergy to strawberries, and always has an Epi-Pen on her–no telling when the lunch lady will decide to fuck up her lunch.
Wendy is the town lifeguard every summer [along with her best friend, Bebe, of course], and has extensive training in first aid and CPR. If you’ve come near drowning, you’ve probably had some lip-on-lip action with Wendo.
She has a truck! Kind of a shitty truck, but Wendy bought it with her own, hard-earned money, so regardless, she’s proud of it. Something is usually happening with it, but it’s nothing her dad can’t fix up. It always has this weird sound when it’s running but it’s her baby.
She’s a remarkably terrible cook with a sweet tooth. A cookies-and-cream candy bar and a handful of skittles is a guilty pleasure snack.
Needless to say, in her younger years, Wendy was around babysitters more than her actual parents. But this didn’t build up a resentment towards them. In fact, Wendy values and respects her parents, nearly to a fault. She’s consistently obedient and always takes their opinions into deep consideration. While she certainly wishes she could see them more often, this is a loving and supportive family group.
Hello potential members! This may be an upside, or a downside - however, we are switching to discord as our only platform instead of balancing both tumblr and discord! There will still be plenty of chances to post in character and thread with others, but we thought it would be simpler and easier this way.
Some changes will be made to our site, but not much considering we're currently at one player :)
We'll still be using this site to promote the group and we hope you stick around as well !!
We're having a grand reopening and we're in need of members and staff ! These next two weeks will contain 24/7 submission monitoring, semi-lenientcy on applications, and promos on individual characters !!
Feel free to contact us to reserve a character for an extra week on top of the normal 2 weeks.
We're having a grand reopening and we're in need of members and staff ! These next two weeks will contain 24/7 submission monitoring, semi-lenientcy on applications, and promos on individual characters !!
Feel free to contact us to reserve a character for an extra week on top of the normal 2 weeks.
We're having a grand reopening and we're in need of members and staff ! These next two weeks will contain 24/7 submission monitoring, semi-lenientcy on applications, and promos on individual characters !!
Feel free to contact us to reserve a character for an extra week on top of the normal 2 weeks.
We're having a grand reopening and we're in need of members and staff ! These next two weeks will contain 24/7 submission monitoring, semi-lenientcy on applications, and promos on individual characters !!
Feel free to contact us to reserve a character for an extra week on top of the normal 2 weeks.
faceclaim : Kennedy Walsh, but it may change at some point
appearance :
Bebe is as pretty as ever, having grown well into her god given looks. Her mother at this point is pretty much her personal beauty coach, helping her with her make-up, hair, or whatever else she needs. She has long artificially golden blonde locks, which have been dyed and treated to reflect her mothers own naturally blonde hair. Her bright blue eyes are beautifully framed by her luscious and dark lashes that are often enhanced with mascara. Her skin has quite a few blemishes and can be prone to breakouts due to her make-up use, so she tried to keep her look natural for the most part; she often dons some tinted gloss, a bit of blush, and some eyeliner paired with eye shadow.
Though her body matured faster than any of the girls in her classes, she hasn’t actually grown much compared to her freshman year of high school. She has a small frame, long, slim legs, and a surprising amount of strength despite her size. Her body has a decent tan, especially despite the Colorado weather, and is littered with freckles and scars, but she does her best to upkeep her beauty. Her closets are filled with tons of cute, colorful clothes which can often times be revealing. She doesn’t care what temperature it is or what the weather is going to be like, she wears what she wants when she wants, often spouting the phrase “A hoe never gets cold”.
personality :
Bebe can be such a sweetheart, if she decides she likes you, of course. She’s caring, helpful, and the girl who’s going to nurse you during a major hangover. She’ll do whatever it takes to keep those she loves happy. That’s not to say she won’t double as a cold hearted bitch who will smile at you while holding a gun to someone’s head. She’s got Borderline Personality Disorder, and when boiled down to it, she’ll go from daydream to nightmare within seconds. She’s got a life full of highs and lows; unstable relationships, the general absence of her father, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, anxiety, depression – it all fed into her becoming who she is as a person.
Unfortunately, she has plenty of toxic traits, which have led a trail of broken hearts back to Bebe. She’s possessive, entitled, insecure, and not afraid to sabotage people or their lives. She’s an insider and a business woman, she can dig up dirt on anyone and find out ways to hurt them. Though she’s committed an immense amount of crimes in her lifetime, she’s never spent more than a night in jail; it’s partially due to her community ties, but massively due to her batting her eyelashes at the incompetent South Park police force.
The faux blonde has a big reputation as a party girl among the town. She likes the idea of bringing people together, even if it is for a night of debauchery. When she and Token come together to plan an event, you best be ready for the greatest party of your life. However this life of hers doesn’t come without a downside, and boy oh boy what steep fall it is. She’s done plenty of drugs and drinks semi-regularly, resulting in a battle with co-dependency and bad habits. She is a promiscuous and can be observed slamming down shots and talking up lovely ladies and handsome men; and it doesn’t take much before they’re headed off somewhere private to continue their fun.
She does very well in school, considering she’s on her phone nearly all the time on the unofficial school gossip blog, her teachers are surprised she absorbs anything. However, she’s constantly breaking down the assumptions that she’s just another dumb blonde by consistently making honors each year. All in all, Bebe is a loving, cunning, and smart woman.
history :
Barbara Nichole Stevens was born to Kelley Stevens and James Stevens in early August. Kelley was only 19 when she had her daughter, while James was just a couple months shy of 28. The homecoming queen and king had their little princess and boy did they regret it. No longer were they the party animals they once were, drinking and doing drugs was done with… for the most part. Bebe was a wild child, and Kelley started to see herself in her little girl, finding herself growing more and more attached.
Her mother still had an addiction to OxyContin, and throughout her life Bebe noticed her mother using a multitude of times, it only peeked her curiosity. Around age 11, Bebe started sneaking pills from her mother. From there, she used her unsupervised internet time to do some research on drugs of all kinds. For a while, she stopped popping pills and turned to smoking marijuana since its legalization in Colorado.
In freshman year, she grew more popular as she grew into his looks, and soon enough her mother was coaching her into being the prom queen. Her mother and father often went on trips, leaving her home on her own, and Kelley always secretly encouraged her to throw parties to keep up appearances with her peers. James used alcohol and work to cope with the things he knew she was doing, fearing that if he’d brought it up with his wife their marriage would crumble.
Bebe was genetically predisposed to addiction and having done many drugs, she once had a bad mental breakdown, which she was sent to the psych ward for. She spent 25 days inpatient and came out with a few psychiatric diagnoses; these included depression, generalized anxiety, and borderline personality disorder. That was the breaking point for her father, and one day he up and left the two of them. He filed for divorce, but didn’t try to take Bebe.
Now, in her senior year of high school, Bebe is stuck in her old habits, but has cut back a lot opting for marijuana, ‘shrooms, Xanax, and the occasional hit of acid, as well as booze.
writing sample :
Bebe danced around her room as she picked out a her Halloween costume with a nice pair of shoes. Her makeup was already done, her mom had gone on a romantic escape with her boyfriend of the week, all the decorations were put up, and all the food was prepared in festively colored bowls. It was the 30th, the day before Halloween, and Bebe was throwing a party. Mid-thigh length black cloak, fishnets, corset, bedazzled Doc Martins, and a ghostface mask. It was simple, but she loved it. She snapped some pictures for her socials and moved her cat to the basement where he’d be comfortable and have all the items he needed; toys, litter, food, a couch, and of course, water.
She added a few finishing touches, including, but not limited to whipping out all the beer that wacky teens would want, along with some clean punch, and a cheese platter. Soon, guests started to arrive. Bebe sat at the door with a bouncer she met at a club once, greeting her friends and taking an attendance of everyone who came. Everyone danced the night away without a care in the world. The party ended with Kenny vomiting on the wall.
“Thank you all for coming!”
headcanons :
She remains the head council member of the list making committee.
One of her guilty pleasures are musicals, he favorite is the Heathers; she’s only ever told 3 people this.
If she’s bored enough, she’ll seek out a fight.
Her cat is a fluffy gray cat named Thumper II.
Her mom was the person who encouraged her to do cheerleading, and she’s now on the varsity team.
She absolutely loves Sanrio, but she also really loves horror.
