Divergent RP
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Thread Topic: Divergent RP
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English NewbieI accept OC's, or characters from other fandoms. I'll be Jake English from Homestuck.
Name: Jake English
Age:16
Appearance,etc.: Dark hair, emerald eyes, and olive skin. Wears at first the red and yellow of Amity, but then switches to Dauntless black. A black t-shirt, black shorts. And he has his 'symbol' tattooed on his arm (though that happens later in the rp). Of course, he has an English accent and tends to use their slander.
Bio: He was born in Amity, but couldn't quite feel the peace. Something inside him craved adventure. He has a grandmother, whom he lived with. But, in the least mean way, she died at the right time. Choosing day comes around, and he had no regret as he drips his blood into Dauntless coals.
Plot: During initiation, he comes across your character. You help him onto the train, and thats where the relationship begins. Friends through all the stages, and it starts to develop into more than friends.
Notes:
-Preferably another male character, Jake is gay. But I MIGHT make an exception.
-I pretty much am cool with anything, but ask just in case.
-Ignore my rank, this is a new account. I've been on GTQ a few years now.
-I do paragraph style. Not script.
P: "Hello," he said, approaching you.
S: Hello *approaches you* -
English NewbieSeems like all the activity left. XD
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Demented Newbie(Hmm...could I join as an OC?)
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English Newbie(Definately. Give me the info.)
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Demented NewbieName: Andrew Pervoska
Age: 19 almost 20
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: Canadian
Height: 52(though most people think he is shorter than that)
Weight: 154 lbs.
Health: He is in pretty good shape, the only exception is he has really bad asthma which affects him a lot more that he would hope for.
Assets: He is very good with swords and can be very persuasive. He is also a charmer, so ladies, beware!
Flaws: He cant do hand-to-hand combat. Its never been a specialty to him, and he doesnt think that it will ever be. He is also very soft-spoken and apparently that drives the girls around him wild.
Sexuality: He is trying to discover it.
Gait: He walks like a pretty average person.
Voice: His voice has a country drawl to it, but he tries to cover it up by sounding as normal as possible, but this doesnt help him at all.
Intelligence: He doesnt think of himself to be very intelligent in any curriculum, but he is very good at fighting and not caring what others thinks. This is why when he was supposed to be in school, he didnt go.
Temperament: Other than fighting, he is a natural born artist who doesnt want anyone to know about his skills.
Happiness: He isnt that happy anymore, but he used to be. He lost all sense of happiness when his father died.
Attitudes: Andrew isnt much for attitudes, but he does act sassy at times.
Self Knowledge: He doesnt like to focus on himself, so he honestly doesnt care.
Unconsious Aspects: He usally bites his lip, or chews on his fingernails.
Habits: When he gets bored he will start to sketch, or even draw on his arm. Most of the time he will smoke a cigarette or two, but he isnt addicted.
Birthplace: Red Oak, Mississippi
Childhood: His childhood wasnt that great. He was born in a town where murder was common and no one cared about anyone else. He also lived in a greedy household and that didnt make anything better. This was before the factions came into play. Now, he likes the way he lives
Education: Damien never got that much education, because he wanted to learn how to defend himself. The highest education he has, is that of a 9th grader.
Hobbies: He likes to read, practice fighting, draw and on special occasions: sing.
Beliefs: He believes that everyone has a right to some extent.
Values: Some of the values he has most people wouldn't understand, so he doesn't share them
Life-Style: He tries to live as modern of a life as possible, but with troubles like he has, its tough
Marital Status: None, at the moment ^~^
Religion: None
Profession: he works as a trainer
Possesions: the only thing that he has, thats of value is a photograph of his dad, that he kept when the factions were made
Wealth: He is relatively poor
Family: None
Friends: He has friends, but some arent that close. He wouldnt consider anyone as his best friend.
Collegues: None
Wants: He wants to avenge his fathers death, but he can't
Hopes: All of his hopes have been dashed at the seams
Fears: He hates heights and anything hot.
Thoughts: His most frequent thought is how he is going to make it in this life with all of the factions and rules
Memories: He has none that he wants to remember.
Resentments: That his father died.
Dreams: He has none.
Denials: He tries to deny the fact that his father died. -
Demented Newbie*Andrew
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English NewbieWell alright, that was incredibly detailed. Heh. Would you mind starting, despite the fact I created this?^^
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Demented Newbie(Thank you. Sure, I'll start ^~^)
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Demented NewbieAndrew stood in the room where many people would choose their fate. Where many would betray their families, just to go to another faction. After all, that is what he did. Andrew had a grim look on his face as he scanned the crowd and spotted his parents. They were there with a teenage girl with blond hair and that's when his eyes widened. His sister was already of age? How long had it been since he had joined the Dauntless ranks? "Wow.." he muttered quietly, as he shuffled in the seat that he was in. The Initiation was about to begin and he felt a bit uneasy. "Hey." he said, looking to his left at a Dauntless girl. The girl turned around and gave him a scowl that was filled with pure hatred. "Well, damn." Andrew muttered as everything around him got quiet. The Initiation had started.
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English NewbieJake didn't look for family. Obviously the only family he has....or had, he corrected himself; was gone. A tight feeling came to his gut at the thought of his grandmother, and he messed with the hem of his loose red shirt. 'She knew what I wanted.' he thought to himself. He looked around stiffly, as others went up to the five round bowls. It went reverse alphabetcal. T...S...R... He blinked at the almost blue lighting, and his mind thought of the Erudite. He let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Watching as each person cut their hand, blood dripping from the wound into the bowl that could change their life. A smirk appeared. It was like he was talking about a bowl of noodles. Humorous.
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English Newbie(Hello?)
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Demented NewbieAndrew watched as each person walked up to the bowl and smirked. Some of them looked like they were going to be sick, while others cut their hand bravely. They already had a few new additions to the Dauntless ranks and he shook his head. He wondered how many would make it through the Initiation that the Dauntless leaders would put them through. Andrew shook his head and cleared his thoughts as he recognized his last name being called. His sister walked up toward the bowls and picked up the knife. He could see the confusion on her face, as if she was getting ready to make the same choice he did. "Oh god.." he muttered. Andrew didn't want her to leave Euridite, but he had no choice as he watched her place the blade on her palm and cut her hand. Andrew took in a breath and held it. What would she choose? He watched her place her hand over the Euridite bowl and quickly swing it toward Amity. Her blood went into the bowl that represented Amity and he watched as she walked over toward Amity. Andrew nodded in respect and waited for the other names to be called. He watched so many people go up to the bowls and choice their fate. Many, by his suprise, chose Dauntless. Then, there was a name that caught his attention. It was the name Jake English. "Well, well." Andrew said, looking at the young male that was walking up toward the bowls. "What will he choose?" Andrew said, loud enough to get glares from the stuck up Euridites. Andrew shrugged his shoulders and watched.
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English NewbieJake swallowed a lump in his throat, hearing his name being called and felt a bead of sweat trickle down his neck. He had been so confident moments ago. Why was he suddenly so green? He took a breath, stepping from the line, walking towards his 'Noodle bowls of Life', and just that small joke made him stand straighter. He nodded to the male that handed him the knife and he glanced at all 5 bowls. He'd thought long and hard, and even his aptitude test recorded Dauntless. Well....except for stabbing the dog. He'd chose the knife, but could never kill a dog. His grandmother loved dogs to death....Death, he felt that twinge again. He heard someone clear his throat, and he realized that he'd been just....standing there. He barefly flinched as he drew the knife across his hand, feeling the blood swell and fill in his hand. His hand dangled over the Dauntless bowl, paused, and turned it. His drop of blood sizzling and bubbled on the firey coals. He heard cheers of his new faction behind him.
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English Newbie(Sorry that it takes me so long to answer, I'm on a DSi and I literally have to tap every letter one at a time. When typing paragraphs its tedious and lengthy.)
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English Newbie(Bump)
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