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British · by **British** on Wed Aug 24, 2011 2:15 am

welcome to Endless; the world of young lost souls

The IC

On average, 3,000 people kill themselves everyday. Some are young, some are old. Some are wealthy, some are impoverished. Some are angry, upset or guilty. Others see it as the only way to escape.

You are naturally meant to die old though, so when a youth commits suicide, it is seen as a waste of life, and life is not to be wasted. These youth aren’t meant for the afterlife as they decided their own fate, leaving no place for them but “Endless”. Endless is a world of glee, youth and hope. It’s like Peter Pan’s world of Neverland; a place for the lost souls to gather and live. In fact, it’s more similar to Neverland than one would imagine.

There is a leader of Endless. He wasn’t the first person to ever enter Endless and definitely not the last. “God” didn’t grant him this position of authority and in fact, he never had ever asked to be the leader. Maybe it was his natural charismatic and humorous ways, or the intimidation of his persona when challenged. Whatever it was, he ended up as the “Peter Pan” of Endless and has taken responsibility on making sure that everyone is alright, that things are running smoothly.

However, Endless had not been designed for the purpose of permanent residence. Creating a world where suicide victims are allowed to live a carefree life would only promote the decision, and that was not what the higher powers wanted. They had designed Endless to be a purgatorial state, allowing the soul to see how good living could be before allowing them to make the decision on whether they wanted to be brought back in time to minutes before they had killed themselves. It would not only give them another shot at their lives, but remove all emotional pain brought upon their family and friends.

The leader of the Endless youth sees no need in returning to the horrid world of Earth, and refuses to leave the world of Endless; the place where he can stay young forever. No worries, no trouble. He feels no guilt in his decision, as if he had been suffering enough to want to kill himself, his family deserved to feel bad. Of course, the Endless youth took their leader’s side on the matter and have been refusing to give life another shot.

She was just an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life. On her way to work, she had fallen off of the train platform and onto the tracks where she was struck and killed seconds later. It was an accident but witnesses to the fall claimed that the girl had jumped off of the platform on purpose, and it was ruled a suicide. She has been brought to Endless for a reason, despite not knowing it herself. In order to return to her own life, she must influence every one of the Endless youth to return with her; including their leader, who despite clashing with, she seems to be falling for.

Rules:
-Literate role play. Enough said.
-If you have commitment issues, this is not the roleplay for you.
-All of the characters are human. No supernatural stuff.
-Endless is going to be a really natural world; there won’t be cell phones, stoves and that type of advanced technology.
-No reserves!

Profile:

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Roles:
Sin : British
K : Secret Admirer
Jack : BurningBridges
Micah : Jeffrey!
Mac : Epicurean
-Male
Lucy : Writer
Scar/Lettie : Imagine That!
Ella : BurningBridges
Ace : Litria Death
Bree : Epicurean

wednesdaysun · by **wednesdaysun** on Wed Aug 24, 2011 4:12 pm

My birth name is: Anastasia Peel
In Endless I am known as: Tasha
I killed myself at age: Twenty-two
My suicide was brought upon because: I couldn't take my parents bull anymore. I was blamed for choosing a "useless" degree, and I was continually pressured to get a good job all because they cared about their stupid reputation. Fuck if I care about those social climbing twits.
I like: Nylon and Lula, 24 inch pizzas, rain, hot tubs, Rory, neon nail polish, stilettos, ATVs, rose-coloured things, paella, cheesy love songs that play on my morning radio alarm clock, good friends, better booze and the best fucking moments of my life, my two siblings, painting, science.
I dislike: People who only care about their reputation, my parents (who are especially good at the aforementioned trait), white chocolate, sunburns, tanorexics, having one too many priorities, people who lack common sense, espresso shots, know-it-alls, pressure, shrinks.
I’ve made a lot of friends in Endless, including:

Lettie

Lucy

Jack

Micah

not

Ace

Caleb

The people here are great but I dislike some, including:

Ella

Sin

People tell me that I am: Amiable. Oh, if only they knew how much I try to hide just to let them see that side of me.
I had lived the so-called "good life". When I was alive. I had the house, the car, the parents to financially support me until my potential kids turned twenty, the smarts, the college education, the gift of gab, the guys all over me. In the end, I had to ask myself, what was so good about all this when I didn't have anyone to talk to about my problems? People care too much about the superficial things to realize that people aren't objects. And I try so hard to get rid of my own tendencies.
I like pushing things to the far recesses of my mind. It helps clear out the way for more things to come. Unfortunately, those things I keep trying to push away always have a way of coming back to me like a full suitcase just waiting to explode. And I try to pick up the pieces, I really do. It's just not enough. It's never enough. I'm too indecisive, too silly, my thoughts all don't make any sense. Maybe it's because of all the years I've had to suck up to people. I don't know what I want anymore.
When I'm not around the people who tell me who they want me to be, I'm usually quiet. Curling up on the couch with a cup of cocoa and Rory curled up next to me is indescribable. Peace and quiet is all I need to calm down. I enjoy the company of a few very good friends, I enjoy walks in forests, mountains and vast fields of green, yellow, and just about any natural color you can think of. I am very conscious about what I wear, and I make it a point to look as good as possible. My style comes in rather randomly. I'd like to think it's my "creative juices" flowing, and I think I got quite a lot of that. I guess my only consolation's myself, and no one else. Everyone's just the same, anyway. A bunch of idiots.
Back at home my life was: When I was little, I liked to think I lived a normal life. The big exception is, I didn't live in tract housing like all my other friends did. I lived in a mansion.
March 22, Cedars-Sinai. Date and place to remember. My parents were living the high life, and when I came along, well, they really weren't expecting it. Nevertheless, they kept me because of all the good publicity I gave them. I was showered with gifts as a young girl, and I became one of those spoiled rotten kids. My nanny, Dierdre, I owe my life to. She taught me how to be normal. I never knew the love of a mother until she came along. She taught me how to behave, she grounded me, she punished me and comforted me when my parents had scolded me for the most trivial things, making me wonder what I did wrong. She was always there. I was fourteen when she resigned her post. She left because of my parents. She left me a parting gift: a charm bracelet with my name on it and a ferret charm. Ferrets were our favorite animals. It was pretty hard starting off adolescence without someone to guide you through it. All the advice my mom ever gave me was to look pretty for the boys.
Everything was a big-ass blur — pregnancy scares, boyfriends, grades, graduation, moving out at eighteen. When I decided on taking up Biological Sciences, all my parents could do was stare at me in horror. They're just so stupid, you know? You can't talk about anything intelligent to them. They are so narrow-minded. The final straw came when my dad said, "Why didn't you take up something useful like Theatre? It's a waste of your good looks." My "good looks". What was my life all about? Why was I alive? Was it just to look good for people? Was I going to be used all my life?
God, I don't regret jumping off that helipad 77 stories off the ground.

My birth name is: George D. Harrison
In Endless I am known as: Dom
I killed myself at age: Eighteen
My suicide was brought upon because: I felt like it. I had no hard feelings for myself to start with. I'm a useless member of society, so why don't I help others by removing myself from the face of the earth?
Too vague? Negative, even? Eh, thought so. You'll find out why.
I like: Packing heat, Twizzlers, Jerry Springer, cigarillos, a good beer after a long day, the sound of silence (no, not the Simon and Garfunkel song), leaf piles, avalanches, anarchy, Albert Camus, takeaway Chinese chow, tea, mothballs, Fight Club, cherry cola, strobe lights, my life.
I dislike: you and your filthy little existence (just kidding, don't take it too seriously!), sounds that trains make when they zoom past, little clearings in the middle of the forest, running out of cigarillos, running out of money, getting fired from a mundane job, news anchors and their fakeness, chortling, Her Majesty and its missing chord, abruptness, being without shoes, security cameras, two-way mirrors.
I’ve made a lot of friends in Endless, including:

Lucy

Ella

Ace

Caleb

The people here are great but I dislike some, including:

Lettie

Jack

Micah

People tell me that I am: ... I don't know. I like a lot of things like anyone else. I hate... Things. I mean, I've gotta be normal, right?
Everything that tumbles out of my mouth seems to come naturally. Call it eloquence of speech, if you want. I don't get asked much about it, but it's way too amusing to see people's reactions to whatever I do. I get laughs, smirks, grimaces, death stares, that sorta thing. I'd like to say that I'm cruelly honest, and I am. I wouldn't have so many red hand marks on my cheek if that weren't true. However, there is an upside to this gift-curse. Public speaking and debate. Walls at home 're filled with them certificates and shit.
Others tell me I'm mostly unaffected by negativity. I mean, my exes told me and a bunch of their girl friends so, so I guess that's what I am. I'm just chill. I like being chill. Sometimes I'm not really as unaffected. I wish I could keep it up but, there you are. Life's like that, I suppose. I'd like to take things as it is, and if I get anything extra, well, thank you very much.
And lastly, I'd like to be of help. I dunno, it's instinctive. I think it's great to help out. Gives out all of these positive vibes.
Back at home my life was: chill. Oh, hi. I'm Dom, you can call me Dom. I was from St. Louis, I had a dog, a sister, a spot in the dean's list and food. Then I died. Go figure.
My life wasn't all that bad, I suppose. I mean, I had parents. Parents on the verge of a divorce, but parents nonetheless. They spent a whole lotta time trying to hide all of the anger they'd been pelting at each other from me and Sandy, my kid sis. Sandy was the most affected, I suppose, if you call yelling "Shut the fuck up" from your bedroom at your parents affected. As for me, I had my usual round of cigarillos in my room. Honey pie, weed isn't my thing. I have a future to look after, not potential brain damage. I don't have many, but yeah. They're pretty good.
Skipping my insignificant school life, let's get to the interesting part. My dad had taught me how to use a gun at thirteen, and I thought it was just for play. Turns out it wasn't. Two years later, I got to hold an actual rifle and shoot it. It was difficult at first, considering the one I was holding was remarkably big, but then I got used to it. Then I figured out why my parents had taken me to self-defence related classes. They, well, Dad, was training me to be some sort of hired killer, much like he was. I enjoyed the moments I got to spend being a hired killer and a kid at the same time. I guess that's one place to vent all of my troubles. I lived a calm life, killing for hire, all that stuff. And then things got a little hairy. I had to kill my best friend, and well, I did just to make my client happy. Chip didn't even see it coming, didn't even know it was me. I guess he knows by now, being up there in the big blue and all.
Let's just say that I couldn't take it. Imagine the degree of personal disappointment, but you can't. Hmm. Oh, well, that's life.
I popped a couple of Lunestas and a fuckload o' vodka and I never woke up to see another day afraid I might kill another person I know and love.

RaeRaeButterfly · by **RaeRaeButterfly** on Wed Aug 24, 2011 6:31 pm

My birth name is: Charlotte Elise Hansen
In Endless I am known as: Charlie.
I killed myself at age: Seventeen.
My suicide was brought upon because: After many years of abuse from my father, I decided to run away, seeing that has the only option I had left. But where I was hiding one night, as I could not afford a hotel, was very dangerous, and I was raped by two men. The next morning,I had taken my life by stepping onto a road.
I like: Rain days, romance novels/movies big grassy meadows, cemeteries, photography, lady bugs, children, froth on coffee's, sewing, reading, when I am allowed to sit there quietly and no one bothers me, strawberry flavored things, lemon scented things and watching people.
I dislike: Super sunny days where the heat makes me tired, trucks, people calling m by my full name, people who think it is okay to treat women badly, sexist comments, accidentally, pricking myself with a sewing needle and being forced to talk a lot.
I’ve made a lot of friends in Endless including:editing.
The people here are great but I dislike some including: editing.
People tell me that I am: sweet but sour. I'm caring and considerate and such a romantic that it's a bit too sappy for some people. It can be very hard for me to separate fantasy from reality as I'm often drifting off in my little dream worlds of fairy tales and romance. I'm loving and I have a rather motherly side, that I show to basically everyone, even if they aren't particularly nice. The only time I tend to be super sweet, is when I have my period. It's weird that most people are moody in that time frame but I'm super sweet, but most people appreciate the fact that I'm not even ruder then I usually am. But then comes my sour side. Sarcasm should be my middle name. I use it way too much for my own good and anyone that knows me even a tiny bit should be able to tell when I use it. I'm not much of a crier, I tend to get all that negative emotion with sarcasm or snapping. If I really don't like you, you'll only see my bitchy sarcastic and mean side. You really don't want to mess with my mean side. I am honest, but very bluntly. I don't make the truth seem better then it is, that's just false hope and I don't believe in it. I can be very manipulative at times. Sweet yet sour, there are only two people that have ever seen my cry. My elementary school teacher and my mother. I dislike crying in front of others. It makes me feel weak and vulnerable and those two feelings are the feelings I loathe most.
Back at home my life was: background

editing.

Imagine That! · by **Imagine That!** on Thu Aug 25, 2011 7:08 am

My birth name is: Scarlett Christa Hunt
In Endless I am known as: Scar, or Lettie.
I killed myself at age: Nineteen
My suicide was brought upon because: I miscarried my child... and because of that, my boyfriend left me, calling me useless, and somehow took all of my friends with him. I was alone, and there was nothing else I could do.
I like: Sunny days, swimming, chocolate ice cream, hair dye, lazy days in pyjamas, laughter, curling up in an arm chair by a fire, Lee Evans, vanilla, beanie hats, kittens, parties, manga books, daydreaming & looking up at the clouds, and sketching.
I dislike: Stuck up people, cinnamon, the snow, anything orange or lemon flavoured, bad hair days, people singing 'happy birthday', clowns, graveyards, anything creepy crawly but especially spiders, people bugging me when I want to be left alone, coffee, being in pain, fish, mashed potatoes and I hate heights.
I’ve made a lot of friends in Endless, including: Lucy: She understands that I'm not always in the best of moods, but that it's not my fault. She's so free, and impulsive, she's just brilliant to be around!
Micah: I don't think there's anyone here who doesn't love him. He's that guy that makes you smile when you feel like you want to kill yourself... again. Oh, and the fact that he's gorgeous makes it that much easier to be around him too. I could get lost in his eyes...
Bree: Despite being so young, I actually love this little girl. Her vindictive suicide, was fantastically planned. I'd applaud if it wasn't so disturbing. I feel so sorry for the poor girl, something I've never felt for anyone before. She didn't deserve all that crap. She's like a sister.
Mac: Although he sometimes looks at me funny, I really like this guy. He's like the older brother a girl always wants to cry to about her problems, knowing he'll kick the shit outta' the person who caused them.
K: She seems nice. I don't believe her "It was an accident!" jibe though. If I was living as a girly-girl like her, I would have jumped in front of that train. Other than that, yeah. She's okay.
Sin: He's Sin. We love him.
The people here are great but I dislike some, including: Charlie: Oh come on. In my eyes, she's such a romantic girl. And considering my past, I hate people like that.
Jack: The only thing about him I like is that he enjoys swimming like me. Other than that, I don't really get along with him that much. He's... strange. But... he can be okay.
Emma: Can't she just fuck off? She's so young, and immature, and annoying and... Ugh. She's too bubbly and excited and preppy. I try to like her though. I do. It's just... almost fucking impossible.
Ace: Another romantic, sigh. There's more to life than a guy. Stupid girl.
People tell me that I am: To be honest, some people say that I have a split personality. I'm bipolar, ect. You get it? Some days, I'll be perfectly happy, able to talk to, smiling and laughing, socializing with other people and having fun. However, on other days, I can just completely turn on the people that I care about, contemplating hitting them, and even wanting to hurt myself. Sure, being like that does bring up it's problems, like I can be friends with someone one day, and the next day, they can hate me, but I just can't help who I am. People that become my friends should know this from the beginning, so be warned. But on my good days, by all means, approach me! I love being around people, having fun and laughing. I mean, who doesn't? It's fun, having good friends to be with, and here in Endless, nothing's changed. When I'm in one of my good moods, I can be the life of the party, and I can also be someone that's there for a shoulder to cry on. If someone needs me, I'll be there for them... I just might take my anger out on them when I'm having a 'bad day'. I don't regret ending my life; I'm happier here than I've ever been before in life. I actually have people here that won't turn their back on me during the hardest time of my existence, people I can trust. In life, I never had that. That's what pushed me here in the first place. I don't trust anyone well any more, and it takes me a while to trust someone fully to care about them, because of getting screwed over by people that I 'trusted'. If anyone asks me what happened to make me jump off of that cliff, I won't answer. I can't. It's too painful.
Back at home my life was: I was born to Lucy and Andrew Whiting on the Ninteenth of July. I couldn't protest as a child, because since my parents were quite well off compared to others, I never went without anything I wanted. Maybe I was spoiled a little by my parents, but who was I to complain? I loved it. I had an older brother called Chase who was always there to look after me no matter what. You'd think that Chase would have been my father's favourite child, but no. I was daddy's little girl, his "princess" as he would call me. We'd go out together on days out as I grew up, he'd buy me a cuddly toy every Wednesday and we'd do something like bowling or ice skating, before coming home for a family meal. I had enough friends to last me a life time, but my best friends, since the young age of about five were Jasmine Callister, Brett Savill and Bethany Thurlow. Up until I was sixteen, everything was fine. However, it was then that everything decided to change. I thought it was for the better, but it ended up... being the death of me.

Jas, Beth and Myself had always spoken about how handsome Brett was behind his back, but of course, since we were all the best of friends, none of us wanted to spoil that. Jas obviously wanted to take Brett for herself, and live with him, have a happy life, etcetera. Beth was more about the sexual side of relationships, and despite him being a close friend of ours, wanted to 'bang him against a bathroom wall', in her own words. Me on the other hand, yes, I liked him, but knowing that my other friends did too made me not want to tell them. Why? Simple, I didn't want to split us up. However, Brett had his own agenda, and when Prom time came around - he asked me. Not beautiful and caring Jas. Not sexy and feisty Beth. But me, plain, and normal Olivia. After making Brett wait a week for an answer, deliberating the pros and cons of going with him to Prom in my head, I finally decided to say yes, to choose him as my date. After that night, it was only a couple of weeks before we became an official couple. Surprisingly, my relationship with Jas and Beth didn't fail, as after a while of seeing Brett and myself as an item, they got over their infatuation for him. For once in my life, I had something that no-one else had, something that I actually wanted, not that my daddy had bought for me.

However, about a year into our relationship, I found out I was pregnant. The condom had to have split one night, and I couldn't believe it. The thoughts going around in my head weren't that this baby was going to ruin my life, or that I was going to be the laughing stock of the whole school. No. I cradled my stomach as soon as I found out that their was a tiny life in there, and I wanted to protect it with all of my heart. I loved that child from the first millisecond I found out I was carrying it, and Brett was just as ecstatic. My parents on the other hand, were a different matter. My brother had gone off into the army, so he never did find out about my pregnancy. My mother broke down into tears when she found out, asking herself what she had done to make her daughter such a disappointment. My father... I feel like crying even thinking about how he reacted. He looked at me with those big brown eyes that had shown me so much love over the past seventeen years, now void of all feeling and he told me to get out. To leave, and to never come back. He said to me that I had killed him inside, and that I was the biggest disappointment in his entire life. That night, I spent crying myself to sleep in Brett's arms, his mother, Maureen, having let me into his home, not even thinking about it. Of course she wasn't going to leave a teenage girl homeless, especially one that she had known for seventeen years, and was carrying her grandchild.

After that, everything was a blur. Two months into my pregnancy, there was blood in my underwear. I went to the doctors. The only word that entered my ears that day was 'miscarriage.' I broke down. Brett blamed me. He cheated on me with Beth. Jas believed Brett that I had aborted our child without him knowing. Maureen believed her son too, and kicked me out that day. Brett and Beth ran off together. I was left homeless, alone and broken. I walked out to the cliffs, with tears in my eyes, cradling my now empty stomach. I stood at the end of the cliff, looking down at the drop into the mass of rocks and crashing waves below. I closed my eyes.

And I jumped.

SHE'S BACK! Although slightly changed <3

Writer · by **Writer** on Thu Aug 25, 2011 2:05 pm

Probably going to make a male too, but I'll finish her first.

My birth name is: Lucy Jacqueline Lane

In Endless I am known as: Lucy

I killed myself at age: 20

My suicide was brought upon because: I was sick of people and their bullshit. I was broke, chasing highs, single and my family was fucked up. I had no future that entailed a career better than working at McDonald's and dying seemed a lot easier than trying to get by for another 60 years, and to be quite honest, killing myself was the best decision I've ever made.

I like: barbecues, thunder storms, makeup, childhood innocence, cuddling, guys that actually give a fuck, fighting, adrenaline rushes, marijuana, petty crime, proving a point, people who understand my sense of humor, fast food, macaroni & cheese, hot showers, road trips, swimming, sleeping, feeling understood

I dislike: religion, grape flavored things, gore, seagulls, the feeling of being trapped, being followed, Facebook, rumors, my parents, always being broke, having to work, being used, those Japanese cartoon things, people that don't like it when I curse, feeling bad for myself, being attacked, not having enough weed to get high, complaints, sunburns, people with greasy hair

I’ve made a lot of friends in Endless, including:

Lettie:

Jack:

Micah:

The people here are great but I dislike some, including:

Ella:

People tell me that I am: really careless. I don't really give a fuck about anyone, even myself most of the time. I live in the moment and never think about the consequences of my actions. I guess I'm fairly impulsive but don't get that mixed up with being ignorant. I know that a lot of the shit that I do is stupid and illegal, I just don't care. Most of my choices are brought on because they're exciting and adventurous and will bring me that adrenaline rush that I want. People who play by the rules are just boring as fuck and can't take a joke. I guess that my sense of humor is kind of crude and sarcastic, but most of my friends here in endless seem to understand me. When I make jokes about people, I don't mean it to hurt them, like I'm just kidding. I know that I have flaws too and I don't care if people point them out jokingly, but when people make comments about me I can get defensive. My sensitivity levels are kind of high and some people think that I can't take what I dish, but I don't believe it. I just kind of overreact sometimes. Whatever. People think I'm rude because I tell it how it is, but oh well. I wasn't put on this planet (or taken off of it?) to please anyone. Anyway, I'm really not that rough once you get to know me. I like to joke around because it's a lot easier to laugh about something than it is to show how you actually feel. If you're laughing, people don't seem to question you about stuff. I dunno, I guess they just think that you're okay even when you aren't, and if I can hide my feelings that way then I'm gonna do it. Simply, I guess I'm someone who puts up a hard exterior in order to keep myself from being hurt.

Back at home my life was: dysfunctional to say the least. I guess I'll start off at the beginning of my story. I was born on March 3rd to May and Jason Lane. They had been married for three years and had been trying to get pregnant for a while, so I guess they were happy when they finally had me. My mother worked as a physical therapist and my dad worked for some construction business. Four years after I was born, my parents had twins - Jace and Emma. They were born three months premature and Jace died after two months in the ICU. Once my parents were able to bring Emma home, I was pretty much neglected. They doted over their new child who had beat the odds to survive. I mean, I was still a little girl so it's not like I was just tossed out onto the streets to fend for myself but I spend a lot of time at my grandmother's house while my parents cared for Emma. I guess that's kind of when I learned not to rely on anyone.

I was your average kid during elementary school, besides being diagnosed with some learning disability in the fourth grade. I played soccer and had some friends. Even though my parents spent most of their time with Emma, they were still my parents and I did what they said. We were as close to an average family as we would ever be.

It was the first week of the sixth grade when Emma had her first seizure, so that means that she was in the second grade. My parents were obviously scared out of their fucking minds after dealing with Emma's medical crisis years ago, so they rushed her from school to the emergency room. The doctors figured that it would just be a one time thing since that happened to kids sometimes, so she was sent back home. However, the seizures began to appear more continuously and soon bruises were surfacing on my sister's pale skin. Can you believe that my asshole parents blamed it on me? They thought that I was beating her up or something - who knows. Anyway, I was sent to therapy for "aggressive behavior" that didn't exist, and my parents continued on with life, in denial over the fact that something was wrong with their precious Emma. They finally returned her to the hospital when she began to have continuous spiking fevers and double vision.

I was fourteen when they found the malignant tumor on Emma's brainstem. I know most of you are probably thinking that it's oh so sad and such, and I guess it was for Emma. She was ten years old but my parents did their best to shield her from the diagnosis that her tumor was inoperable, giving her at best twelve months to live. To be honest, I wasn't really emotionally attached to my sister. I mean, I loved her and all, but we had never grown close. I wasn't ever the big sister to her and she was never the little sister to me. It was kind of like Emma and my parents were their own family, and I was just alone. I never did anything right - my grades sucked, my friends elementary friends realized that there were cooler people out there, and I had quit soccer.

Emma passed away ten months later, two weeks into my first year of high school. I had found a group of friends in my new school who actually liked me and I didn't tell them about Emma. I didn't want to be accepted because they pitied me. I actually wanted people to like me for who I was and not who I wasn't. My parents got divorced a few months later after my mother couldn't get pregnant again, so my father moved out of state and I stayed with my emotional wreck of a mother. Soon enough, alcohol and weed found vulnerable little me and I welcomed them into my miserable excuse for a life. I just needed something to make me feel good, you know?

The next few years consisted of various fist fights, petty crime and lots of drugs and parties. My mom ended up kicking me out of our house so I moved in with my boy friend. He dumped me three days before my twentieth birthday after I stole money from his sister, and a few weeks later there was a warrant out for my arrest after they realized that I had written fake checks in his sister's name. The idea of spending years in a shitty jail cell just didn't work with me, and now I had no way of getting money for my drug addiction, so I popped the last of my Oxycontins and that well, that brings us to the present.

Secret Admirer · by **Secret Admirer** on Thu Aug 25, 2011 2:23 pm

Could I try for the main girl, and also a male character?

British · by **British** on Thu Aug 25, 2011 2:55 pm

Sure, you can try for whoever you want. I'm just not placing reserves because when I've done that in the past, people thought that since they had the spot reserved, it was okay to take 2.5 years to finish their profile and it bothered me.

Writer & Imagine That!, you're accepted.

I'll add more spots if needed, but I'd like to keep the gender ratio equal.

Secret Admirer · by **Secret Admirer** on Thu Aug 25, 2011 3:40 pm

My birth name is: Katherine Flavia Hayes
In Endless I am known as: K
I killed myself at age: I didn't kill myself. It wasn't my fault. But there's no going back now. I was 20.
My suicide was brought upon because: How many times do I have to tell you? I didn't commit suicide. I was happy before I came here. I was happy.....
I like: Well, My job, turtles, puppies, going out with my best friends, mix 'n match clothing, saving money, eating organic, herbal tea, my hair.
I dislike: Working early shifts, cats, thick clothing, losing my keys, being too hot or too cold, biographies, being clumsy.
I’ve made a lot of friends in Endless, including: TBA
The people here are great but I dislike some, including: TBA
People tell me that I am: Witty. I always have a comeback, or some sort of sarcastic remark to contribute to the conversation, and I know how to make people laugh. Not that I'm cocky or whatever, but I'm confident in who I am and don't try to impress others... well, not most of the time. There are some people I like to be on my best behavior for, like my fiance Brad, and my parents and grandparents. Working at the boutique has been one of the best choices of my life. I've made amazing friends and quite enjoyed the time I've spent there, no matter how many bitchy customers I have to put up with. I can be rather sensitive, though I come off as tough; I don't like wearing my heart on my sleeve, but I mean, I am a girl, with hormones and emotions (especially during that time of the month). Chocolate is my life, and without it, I might die. Oh wait....
Back at home my life was: I grew up in the city. I've always hated the country, since I was a little girl and I had to spend summers with my grandma and grandpa on their farm. I was one of just two children, me and my older brother, Kendall. We got along but definitely had our occasional disputes. Both my parents worked a lot, but they tried spending as much time as they could with us. Mom was a sales associate at Banana Republic, and Dad was a real-estate agent, which was interesting to me because he sold such nice places, but we lived in such a dank old apartment. Sure, there were enough bedrooms and a spacious living area, but it wasn't nearly as nice as some of the places they had looked at. I never understood that.

I went to public school just like any other kid. It wasn't horrible, but I did experience a fair share of drama, but what's new? Those grade-school kids are like sharks. Elementary school flew by and before you knew it, I was a middle-schooler. I thought I was the stuff, with my brand new wardrobe and haircut. I mean, how could people not like my side bangs? I had my first boyfriend in 8th grade. His name was Evan, and he had the most gorgeous green eyes and sandy blonde hair. I couldn't resist him. But my parents sure could, and that ended fast.

High school was a whole different story. The work was harder, and when I became desperate for money, I had to juggle both homework and shifts at Hollister. At least I got a discount on clothes. My brother Kendall was a junior, and I was a freshman. Little did I know what the next two years of my life would entail.

When I became a sophomore, I met Brad, who eventually became my boyfriend whom I loved and cared for. He was on the football team, and even though I wasn't a cheerleader, it was a match made in heaven. The year went by and we'd been dating for months when we both graduated from the 10th grade. A few days later, he accompanied me to Kendall's senior graduation. The night that followed was horrific for all of us.

After celebrating my brother's high school accomplishments with a fancy dinner and even a glass of champagne, we went home. Kendall went upstairs while the rest of us hung out downstairs, chatting and watching some television. I ended up leaving to hang out with Brad. But while I was gone, I was interrupted with a phone call from Dad. He was in hysterics, telling me to come home as soon as possible, and when I asked what for, the response was horrible. Mom had gone upstairs to bring Kendall his clean laundry, and found him hanging dead from the banisters. He'd hung himself, and none of us knew why. I rushed home, and when I saw him there, pale and lifeless, I broke down. Brad was there to console me, but even his arms around me didn't help. It was the most traumatic moment of my life.

Two years later, we had barely moved on and I was graduating from high school myself. I was still with Brad, and we were both planning on going to college together, close to home. It didn't feel right moving across the country, leaving everything and everyone behind. I ended up getting a job at a boutique in the city, and grew close to the owner, eventually moving in with her and becoming roommates. Rennah was my best friend. Brad proposed to me on Valentines' Day. Two weeks before the wedding, I was in the train accident.

I now have nothing. Nothing except Endless.

BurningBridges · by **BurningBridges** on Thu Aug 25, 2011 10:25 pm

My birth name is: John Kevin Edwards
In Endless I am known as: Jack
I killed myself at age: 17
My suicide was brought upon because: I was sick of feeling unaccepted. I wasn't the perfect son that my father had wanted, I had no friends in school and I hated feeling so damn awkward. I guess I just couldn't handle the normal drama that teenagers go through.
I like: skateboarding, reading, Taco Bell, classic novels, beanies, my mother, peace & quiet, my bedroom, autumn, being outdoors, being alone, steak, swimming, visiting new places, comic books, the last bell of the school day, acoustic guitar, YouTube, vlogging
I dislike: family dinners, awkward silence, the smell of gasoline, murder stories, paranormal activity, school, jocks, sports, cats, visiting relatives, war, trashy people, clingy people, bullies, winter, pessimists, moving, watching people cry, not feeling good enough, being ganged up against, cake, coffee, cigarettes, blood
I’ve made a lot of friends in Endless, including:

Lucy:

Scar:

Micah:

Ella:

The people here are great but I dislike some, including:

Lucy:

Scar:

Ella:

People tell me that I am: quiet, chill, intelligent, awkward, creative, funny, sweet, reliable, musically talented, and a dreamer. Many people think that I'm quiet, because around people that I don't know and/or don't want to get to know, I tend to keep my mouth shut. It's not that I'm unfriendly or think that I'm too good for them, I just feel awkward trying to socialize with people that I'm not acquainted with. When I do warm up to someone though, I'm pretty loving and I'm not one to insult others or judge them. I think that drama and that type of stuff is just completely unnecessary and a waste of time. I like to make people smile and sometimes I make sarcastic comments, but never to the point where I'm a bit brash like Lucy. I love animals and the outdoors, playing the acoustic guitar, and back on Earth I spent a lot of time dreaming about my future. I guess I don't do that much now since I'm content with being here in Endless, but I still have a wide imagination.
Back at home my life was: not exactly ideal. I was born as the second son to Admiral Christopher Edwards and Laura Edwards. They already had one son, Charles, who was five at the time of my birth. My dad was an admiral in the navy and until I was a teenager, my mother was a stay at home mom. Most of my childhood was spent moving around due to my father's job. I spent a few years in Virginia where I was born before relocating to Washington, and then New York, Japan, North Carolina and then California. I don't think that there was anything really unusual about my childhood besides the moving around part. I guess I never really made any friends because of it, but I was your average kid. I was into Star Wars, playing outside and trading Pokemon cards. Charlie had always been better than me athletically, but I was a smart kid and I didn't really think anything of it because I wasn't really interested in team sports. I developed a strong interest in academics and reading by the time that I had reached middle school, and I taught myself how to play the acoustic guitar.

I think it was the start of middle school when my dad and me started to have problems. Whenever he was home (which wasn't very often), I always felt like he was going out of my way to put me down. It wasn't unusual for him to go on about how Charlie was so much better than me at this and that, and how I was never going to get anywhere in the military being so lanky. I brushed it off, secretly wanting nothing to do with the military world despite his expectations. It was when he started to call me a faggot that I was pushed over the edge. I had started creating video blogs on YouTube when I was 14 and had actually become pretty popular with a good few hundred thousand subscribers. My father felt that this, on top of my enjoyment of reading and music was just too feminine and instead I should be out throwing a football around or something. Why I would want to do that puzzled me. There were tons of kids like that already in the town we lived in and they were all assholes to me, so I knew that I wouldn't fit in with the crowd even if I wanted to.

I'll fast forward now to where it all ends. It was early May when I had received a letter in the mail from Julliard, a world renowned arts school in New York, saying that they had accepted me into their school. I hadn't sent in the application to the military academy that nearly the entire bloodline of Edwards men had went to, and when my father found out he beat the living shit out of me. That night, I swallowed a few bottles filled with various prescription medications and woke up in the beautiful world of Endless.

My birth name is: Jade Rachel Crist
In Endless I am known as: Ella. I made it up once I got here because I never really liked my name.
I killed myself at age: 15
My suicide was brought upon because: everyone had expectations for me, and I was sick of trying to be who everyone else wanted me to be. I didn't want to be someone who I wasn't but at the same time I was so tired of disappointing people, so I just decided that killing myself was the easiest way out, and for once, I was right.
I like: Clothes, neon, socializing, shopping, the smell of new clothes, holidays, opening gifts, turtles, tropical places, travelling, feeling wanted, babies, big dogs, loud music, summer hair, being tan, modeling, concerts, when someone texts back right away, romance, midnight movie premiers, losing weight, shots, Mike's Hard Lemonade, being high, salads, high waisted shorts
I dislike: Awkward silence, being alone, little dogs, cats, girl fights, bad hair days, being ditched, expectations, overly religious people, one night stands, black outs, the taste of beer, gaining weight, Chinese food, waiting on lines, having no clothes to wear, buses, insects, feeling sick, school, failing tests
I’ve made a lot of friends in Endless, including:

Lucy:

Scar:

Micah:

Jack:

The people here are great but I dislike some, including:
People tell me that I am: obnoxious, outspoken, wild, careless, irresponsible, stupid, ignorant, useless, a whore, spoiled, high maintenance, an addict, dependent, easily distracted, self absorbed and young. I'm a very vibrant person, with a lot to say and barely any self control. I was never book smart and was diagnosed with ADHD at the age of eight, but because my parents didn't want to admit that their daughter had issues, I was never medicated for it. My lack of intelligence wasn't just in the classroom as I tended to make stupid as fuck choices out in the real world too. I tend to go overboard when I go out with friends and am easily manipulated into drinking things, smoking things and touching things, that I probably wouldn't do if I was in my right mind. Here in Endless, I haven't quieted down and often get on people's nerves. I mean, it's not like I intend to be annoying, some of them are just really sensitive. People think that I lack self control because I never filter what I say, but I don't really care. It doesn't bother me most of the time when people insult me, because honestly, the comments usually slip right by without me even taking any notice to them. I think that a lot of my friends here in Endless know that I'm not really like a mean person and all, but I guess my personality is just a little bit too bold for them.
Back at home my life was: a lot better looking from the outside that it was on the inside. I was born on November 21st to the wealthy couple, Nora and Thomas Crist, as their first and only child. We lived in Beverly Hills, California with a few summer homes here and there across the world. My father was some big director guy, working with all of the top actors in the business, and my mother owned a modelling agency which also was only associated with the best of the best. They were both well known by the world due to their vast wealth and statuses in society, so I guess they expected me to be just as perfect as they were.

I was enrolled in some super expensive private preschool when I was three and continued on in the private school system until the tenth grade, where my story ends. I was never good in school, so I think the only reason why I wasn't kicked out of the super selective school I attended was because of my parents' money. I spent a lot of time with tutors and the likes, but nothing that anyone could do made me any smarter. I was diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder at the age of eight, but my parents refused to believe it was true and never brought me back to that doctor. I think it had to do with their perfect expectations for me, but I'm sure that some sort of medication might have helped me keep focus at least a little bit better on my work. The only good part about school for me was being able to socialize. I made a lot of friends there, and even though I know a lot of them talked about me behind my back, I didn't really care. It was nice to feel popular, at least for a little while.

My mom had gotten me into modelling as a baby, and I actually enjoyed doing it. Since she owned a company it was pretty easy for me to get into top shoots and commercials, and by age six I was walking the runway. I guess this is where my problems stemmed from. By the time that I was twelve, I realized that to be the best at modelling, I needed to be super skinny. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't an obese girl but back then I thought I was and I was determined to shrink. The easiest option seemed to be to stop eating, and so that was exactly what I did. My parents were never really around much so it's not like they took notice and I think that my mom actually appreciated me caring about my self-image. Of course, she did want me to represent our family nicely in public. I soon became obsessed with my self-image. It wasn't only weight that concerned me, but my skin, hair, and even the front that I put on in public. I began to pick up habits to help me seem cooler, including drinking alcohol and smoking weed. I know I sound like some stupid little teenager and that's probably what I was. Anyway, life went on like that until I turned fifteen. I was getting ready for a photo shoot when my manager found cocaine in the pocket of the pants I had changed out of. I had never done hard drugs before but was going to try it out with friends later that night, but soon enough I found myself under a police investigation. They didn't really care about me since I was underage but they were trying to find out who gave it to me and shit, and my parents were obviously devastated and embarrassed, and so I downed like twenty ecstasy pills that the same friend had given me. It was scary at first because my heart was beating so quickly but before I knew it I was in Endless, and now life is good.

British · by **British** on Fri Aug 26, 2011 7:25 pm

Jack and Katherine look good.
Secret Admirer, I have some things that I'd like to let you know about your character so I will PM you before I put up an IC.

*This Hurricane Irene is supposed to go right through my town, so I might lose power tomorrow and if I'm not back in a week someone else can restart this because it probably means I'm dead ;D.

Jeffrey! · by **Jeffrey!** on Fri Aug 26, 2011 10:55 pm

My birth name is: Micah Steven Hamlin
In Endless I am known as: ...Micah.
I killed myself at age: Twenty-one.
My suicide was brought upon because: To be honest, killing myself seemed a lot better than dying the slow, painful death I would have...Both inside and out.
I like: Sweets, fish, sunlight, coffee, music, sports, competition, fresh air, the outdoors, the color green, grass, playing with kids.
I dislike: Sour food, tea, being indoors, cigarette smoke, fire, dark nights, cloudy days, jeans, people who never smile, sitting still, the cold.
I’ve made a lot of friends in Endless, including:

Lettie:

any day

Lucy:

Jack:

Ace:

Mac:

K:

Sin:

Tasha:

The people here are great but I dislike some, including:

Ella:

Charlie:

Bree:

that

Sin:

Caleb:

crazy

George:

People tell me that I am: Well, in a word: goofy. I'm the type of guy that has an inability to take most anything seriously. Now, that doesn't mean I'm going to start goofing off when someone dies, I do have my limits, you know, for the most part. I was also always described by my friends as bubbly, easily making friends, and even sweet at times. And, you know, I'm the kind of friend that, if you're down, will go to great lengths to even just make you smile, even to the point of publicly humiliating myself, freaking people out, and making it so nobody will ever take me seriously ever again. Just because you're my friend...I love my friends. Okay, okay, I'm a pushover, too. Really, I can't say no to the people I care about.
Back at home my life was: Well, I grew up in an environment where I was really loved, two great parents, my grandma lived with us, I had a rather adoring little sister. I guess you could say that my life seemed perfect, and it was. I was always pretty happy, had lots of friends, never fought with my parents or my sister. Life was great, to put it simply...Well, until I turned eighteen, that is. Okay, so now you're probably asking yourself: what happened? Well, it's kinda of a long story that starts at the beginning of my adult freedom (well, it sort of starts with the beginning of my life, really...) and ends at twenty-one, but here we go....

See, first of all, there's one sort of random fact you need to know about my family: my parents and grandmother are very heavy smokers. Had been for as long as I can remember. And, oh God how I hated the cigarette smoke. But, anyway, they smoked a lot and my teachers always thought that I was sneaking cigarettes on school grounds because I always smelled like smoke. Yeah, it was that bad.

Anyway, most of my life was pretty normal, you know how it goes, you grow up, lose friends, make friends, and so on and so forth. See, it was my senior year that things started going downhill for me. Up to that point, I'd never had a serious girlfriend or anything, you know, it would last a week and she'd find out that she could get a guy ten times better than me, so she would. Anyway, I met this girl, and she was pretty much perfect, or I saw her that way, anyway. See, some emotional abuse started up for me then, but I never really picked up on it, you know?

So, I lived several years of my life, just putting up with the nitpicking, with being told I wasn't good at much of anything (which was true, but, you know, I've always been good with kids...) and it just started to tear me down. Though, about a month before I turned twenty-one, she broke up with me, found a guy that was better looking than me to push around...I'm not exactly sure why, now that I've had the time to think about it, but I was completely heartbroken. Well, then my health started to deteriorate and while at first I refused to see a doctor because of my manly instincts, I went to the e.r. when I started to cough up blood.

I was told I had lung cancer and immediately asked if I was sure I didn't smoke. I guess that twenty-one years of second hand smoke took it's toll on me. Funny thing is, I'm the only one who suffered any health problems from it...Figures. Anyway, I was told I only had three months to live, I was almost twenty-one! I just had two days to go...I would never get the chance to completely destroy my liver because I was too much of a do-gooder to drink in high school.

At any rate, I took a few days to think it over, because with three months doesn't seem like a long time to live, to me suffering that long seemed like an eternity. That paired with my still-broken heart decided it would be a good idea to just kill myself and get it over with, a decision that was probably a good one. I'd rather my friends and family have me suddenly taken away from them that have them watch me slowly die.

So, I went, bought a gun, and just...Did it. I don't regret it, I ended my suffering and now I'm here, in Endless, and I don't feel any of the pain I did before. None at all.

Secret Admirer · by **Secret Admirer** on Sat Aug 27, 2011 12:32 am

Ooh I'll send prayers your way, British! And alright.

BurningBridges · by **BurningBridges** on Sat Aug 27, 2011 12:57 am

Finished both sheets, and added the relationships sections for both.

Writer · by **Writer** on Sat Aug 27, 2011 1:06 am

I also added in the relationship section for the current characters.

British · by **British** on Sat Aug 27, 2011 1:09 am

Great! I think I've added everyone so far to the main post, and you can definitely begin to add the relationships for our current characters!

Imagine That! · by **Imagine That!** on Sat Aug 27, 2011 6:46 am

I added in my relationships. And I hope you'll be okay British <3

Jeffrey! · by **Jeffrey!** on Sat Aug 27, 2011 9:46 am

So, first: thank you for accepting me.

Second: thoughts and prayers will go out to you, British. I hope you'll be okay.

Third: added Micah's relationships.

British · by **British** on Sat Aug 27, 2011 10:41 am

My birth name is: Dennis Patrick Keller
In Endless I am known as: Sin
I killed myself at age: 24
My suicide was brought upon because: I wanted my family to prove my family wrong, and I was sick of living in such a small town with small-minded people. I guess I couldn’t find another way out.
I like: cigarettes, bonfires, knowing other people are happy, jokes, crude humor, barbeque food, fried food, working out, boxing, physical strength, women, Pit Bulls, getting high, classic novels, sailboats, gambling, swimming, dusk
I dislike: the overwhelming feeling of anger, hurting people, the pit in my stomach when I regret a decision, the way old people smell, religion, social classes, losing money, losing competitions, posers, people trying to impress others
I’ve made a lot of friends in Endless, including: everyone. They're all the family that I have always wanted. None of them refuse to accept me for who I am so how could I dislike any of them?
The people here are great but I dislike some, including: no one.
People tell me that I am: kind of an asshole sometimes. Most of ‘em know that I’m joking so they don’t take my remarks to the heart but there are others that are just so fucking sensitive! Obviously I don’t really mean the hurtful remarks that sometimes slip, but I have a tendency to make fun of others to direct attention away from my flaw. It isn’t out of malice, honestly. It’s just one of those habits that are so easy to get into but so hard to get out of. For the most part, I tend to get along with everyone. I enjoy making conversation and being around people and I love joking around. Seriousness in any way, shape or form doesn’t interest me in the slightest bit and I often wonder how someone who is dead and alive at the same time can take anything seriously! Obviously all of those lies we were fed on Earth weren’t true- life was nothing more than a joke so why not laugh? People’s opinions on me don’t faze me and I tend to keep a positive outlook on things just because I know that nothing in endless can be bad. Nothing can be as bad as Earth. I guess I love endless more than most people. Maybe it’s the tranquility of the land or that feeling of freedom that washes through every morning as the crystal clear waves break on the white shores. Maybe it’s the loving family that I made here that I never had back on Earth. Whatever it is has transformed me into an optimistic, playful figure that tends to look out for the others- not because I have to, but because I don’t want to lose any aspect of the world that is so perfect.
Back at home my life was: suckish. Mom was a physician’s assistant and Dad was a fucking preacher. Yeah, you heard that right- he was involved in the church and shit. Don’t ask me for what religion because I honestly don’t know. Even as a child I hated every bit of religion and anyone or anything involved with it. The church we attended smelled like mold, the people were all so serious and the idea of “God” judging who was or wasn’t good enough to get into Heaven just made the entire religion a hypocritical lie. That’s right Dad- I said it. It’s all a lie. You forced it on me for twenty-two years and look where I am now- dead but I’m not in Heaven or Hell, and this sure as hell isn’t purgatory. Tell your religion to shove it because I feel more alive here in endless than I ever did when I really was alive.
Alright, I’m done with my rant to the old man. Back to my story: I was born into a fairly average family, of what would end up being four as three years after my birth, my sister Hailey was born. She was the perfect child but I’m not going to blame her for being better than I was. I loved her too. She was smart, athletic, friendly and involved in not only our family life, but also the community. Hailey took an interest in my father’s career and got sucked into believing all of that fake shit about some cross and some guy dying for it. She would go to Sunday school when I refused. She read the books on saints that I threatened to burn.
Yeah, if you didn’t notice, I have anger issues. Not really here in endless anymore but back at home I did. Honestly, I don’t see how it was a problem within me since I only got angry when provoked (which was often), and that obviously isn’t my own fault. Who the hell wouldn’t punch out the two front teeth of a kid that tried to steal your lunch? Yeah- no one with a brain and a fist.
I was a loner for most of my life. When I got to high school I made a few friends as we all found a common interest in drugs. I didn’t do any of the hardcore ones like they did. My heart was with weed and cigarettes. I was an occasional alcohol drinker but it wasn’t my focus. I loved the highs that my drugs gave me and it was enough to push the rejection from my family out of my mind. I was held back for three years before dropping out of school. I didn’t have a job or anyway to go so I stayed with my parents despite the many, many threats of being kicked out.I won’t go into the boring details of my horrible school grades, countless suspensions and my three-month stay in juvie for beating the shit out of some kid that tried to do it with my sister.
What you’re probably wondering is how I ended up here in endless. Well, it was a normal Friday night- I was high as a kite and self-pitying led to the church that my father was currently preaching in. A can of spray paint inked out the words “Here’s your new Jesus” before I climbed up the side of the church and leaped off of the roof to my death. A bit eccentric- yeah. But hey, you’ve got to go out in style.
Well, after I died Mom and Dad felt as if their reputations had been shattered so badly that they moved out of town with Hailey. I don’t know where they are or what they’re doing right now, and to be quite frank- I don’t give a fuck.
Endless is the most extraordinary place to ever exist. There’s so much freedom here and so much life, that it’s pretty ironic that we’re all actually dead. I’ve taken up the name “Sin” for two reasons. One, everything that I seemed to do on Earth was considered to be a sin according to my family and town. Two, because Dennis spelled backwards is “Sinned”.
I’m never going to leave. Never going to grow old. Never going to return to the wretched world that provoked my demise.

Secret Admirer · by **Secret Admirer** on Sat Aug 27, 2011 12:46 pm

Who wants to be my frienddd...?! Hahahaha.

Jeffrey! · by **Jeffrey!** on Sat Aug 27, 2011 12:56 pm

Oh, I seemed to miss K... Micah will be her friend! He's pretty friendly. :)

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