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central park
The birds are singing, the trees are swaying, what a nice day.. Minus the chance that a pigeon gives you a nice present.
Central Park
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Sorry, Joshua (Sehun) is leaving due to inactivity ;n;
Character's Name: Cassiel White
Face Claim: Kim Jongin (EXO)
Age: 18+1
Social Class: Lower
Writing Sample: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-ICeoQ94s_2xH5XFoImYF8G6Rk4qgiFES-ObFQhgFFk/edit?usp=docslist_api
Personality: Cass is a simple boy, since he was a child his life has been about unloading the sacks of flour for his father, and kneading the dough. He is quiet, and be it somewhat awkward in social interactions. But he is also kind and generous, and will hand out yesterday's loaves to those who are less fortunate, despite his own class type.
His life, be it simple, consists of no more than that. The government decided he was to be a baker like his father, and he has yet to meet his soul mate as well. Just remain at with with his dough to knead, and dark skin sprinkled with flour and icing sugar.
Password: birb
Face Claim: Kim Jongin (EXO)
Age: 18+1
Social Class: Lower
Writing Sample: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-ICeoQ94s_2xH5XFoImYF8G6Rk4qgiFES-ObFQhgFFk/edit?usp=docslist_api
Personality: Cass is a simple boy, since he was a child his life has been about unloading the sacks of flour for his father, and kneading the dough. He is quiet, and be it somewhat awkward in social interactions. But he is also kind and generous, and will hand out yesterday's loaves to those who are less fortunate, despite his own class type.
His life, be it simple, consists of no more than that. The government decided he was to be a baker like his father, and he has yet to meet his soul mate as well. Just remain at with with his dough to knead, and dark skin sprinkled with flour and icing sugar.
Password: birb
Oh and also can I reserve Kim Jongin's face claim!!
Character's Name: Aden West
Face Claim: Thomas Brodie Sangster
Age: 18
Job: Chef
Social Class: Upper Middle Class
Writing Sample:
Aden had always been such a perfectionist and always admire things that looked sophisticated and beautiful. He spent his childhood hanging out at his parents' restaurant but he preffered to lurk around the kitchen, the sound of sizzling oil was just like a music to his ears and he always felt so amazed everytime he saw a beautiful food presented on a plate. The chefts who worked there sometimes let the little Aden tasted it and he started learning it with their help, improving his skill in cooking and creating a beautiful dish on the plate like he always wanted.
Plate after plate, he seeked for perfection. Happiness for him was to see people enjoying the food he cooked, to see the smile on their faces brought a smile on his own.
And when the time came and the job assigned to him, he felt so nervous because he felt anxious that he wouldn't like he was expected but he had a pretty good luck when it came to his job.
Soulmate? He wasn't so sure about that but Aden didn't think too much about it because he wanted to focus on his job for now.
Personality:
Aden is a perfectionist that always been hard on himself if the results do not come out like he was expected, he seems quiet and doesn't really talk much as he ages. He enjoys being on his own space and pretty blunt of what he says, hurting people in the process because he usually doesn't think before speaking out his mind. He is also impatient and sarcastic but when you are close with him, he won't tolerate if people try to hurt you.
Password: birb
Face Claim: Thomas Brodie Sangster
Age: 18
Job: Chef
Social Class: Upper Middle Class
Writing Sample:
Aden had always been such a perfectionist and always admire things that looked sophisticated and beautiful. He spent his childhood hanging out at his parents' restaurant but he preffered to lurk around the kitchen, the sound of sizzling oil was just like a music to his ears and he always felt so amazed everytime he saw a beautiful food presented on a plate. The chefts who worked there sometimes let the little Aden tasted it and he started learning it with their help, improving his skill in cooking and creating a beautiful dish on the plate like he always wanted.
Plate after plate, he seeked for perfection. Happiness for him was to see people enjoying the food he cooked, to see the smile on their faces brought a smile on his own.
And when the time came and the job assigned to him, he felt so nervous because he felt anxious that he wouldn't like he was expected but he had a pretty good luck when it came to his job.
Soulmate? He wasn't so sure about that but Aden didn't think too much about it because he wanted to focus on his job for now.
Personality:
Aden is a perfectionist that always been hard on himself if the results do not come out like he was expected, he seems quiet and doesn't really talk much as he ages. He enjoys being on his own space and pretty blunt of what he says, hurting people in the process because he usually doesn't think before speaking out his mind. He is also impatient and sarcastic but when you are close with him, he won't tolerate if people try to hurt you.
Password: birb
Finally i have found an interesting rp ouo.
Can you reserve Thomas Brodie Sangster for me? I will apply soon ^^
Can you reserve Thomas Brodie Sangster for me? I will apply soon ^^
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Hello! I'm very interested in this rp. Can I apply as a Japanese model or idol?
hihi, im interested in this plot but could you explain more on the fake ID chip thing that allows higher class to become a lower class? how exactly does it work?
Character's Name: Gabriel Ryers
Face Claim: Kit Harington
Age: 26
Job: Doctor
Social Class: Upper Class
Personality: Helpful, Gregarious, Impatient
Password: birb
Writing Sample:
He fumbled the keys out his jacket, breath whiffing of whiskey. The keyhole appeared to have shrinked, and so Gabe could not find his way in. Thick tears dripped down his cheeks. They landed on his new leather-boots.
Be it the alcohol or the circumstances- Gabe lost it. He started hammering against the door, kicked it, scratched it. There was nobody to hear it. No answer. No worried face to open the door and embrace him, and tell him everything would be fine. His keys had fallen to the ground. Gabriel tried to take a step back and pick it up, but he stumbled over his own feet and laded face-first on his doormat. The icy wind blew in his hair, and reminded him of his thin jacket that had caused him to go home in the first place. He found his way to his knees, catching the keys in the process, and fought his way back up to his feet. There he was. Wretched, he stared at his reflection in the door's window. He swallowed back the anger and sadness, the key into the hole and stumbled inside. It was cold. Her jacket was still hanging on the door. Her perfume was still in the air. He closed the door, then his eyes, and sunk to the ground. There he lay, face to face with her red shoes, until he nodded off.
Face Claim: Kit Harington
Age: 26
Job: Doctor
Social Class: Upper Class
Personality: Helpful, Gregarious, Impatient
Password: birb
Writing Sample:
He fumbled the keys out his jacket, breath whiffing of whiskey. The keyhole appeared to have shrinked, and so Gabe could not find his way in. Thick tears dripped down his cheeks. They landed on his new leather-boots.
Be it the alcohol or the circumstances- Gabe lost it. He started hammering against the door, kicked it, scratched it. There was nobody to hear it. No answer. No worried face to open the door and embrace him, and tell him everything would be fine. His keys had fallen to the ground. Gabriel tried to take a step back and pick it up, but he stumbled over his own feet and laded face-first on his doormat. The icy wind blew in his hair, and reminded him of his thin jacket that had caused him to go home in the first place. He found his way to his knees, catching the keys in the process, and fought his way back up to his feet. There he was. Wretched, he stared at his reflection in the door's window. He swallowed back the anger and sadness, the key into the hole and stumbled inside. It was cold. Her jacket was still hanging on the door. Her perfume was still in the air. He closed the door, then his eyes, and sunk to the ground. There he lay, face to face with her red shoes, until he nodded off.
Holy wow, this looks awesome!! May I reserve Kim minseok please? Also, do I have to change his name? And if I do, what is the primary etymology of the names in this au?
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