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Hᴇʟʟʜᴏᴜɴᴅ · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Hᴇʟʟʜᴏᴜɴᴅ** on Fri Dec 30, 2016 8:17 pm

DECEITFUL RANCONTEUR

APPLICATION

So, below is the coding for the applications to apply to the roleplay. You'll have like, two choices for prompts and to really sell your character idea to me, yeah? I'm even throwing in a free slot if you guys don't want to do those two, but please make sure you have some sort of prompt you're informing of when it comes to writing for your character. It shouldn't be that hard to follow, and if it is, just hit me up.

1. How did they get to where they are?
2. Whats the worst moment they've ever experienced?
3. Freebie

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spirit is singing 'how could this happen to me' and shes not wrong

猫ババ · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **猫ババ** on Sun Jan 01, 2017 6:46 am

R. Evangeline

◈25xx◈Femalexx◈Consiglierexx◈Gluttonyxx◈Fubukixx◈#CC99CC

xxxPrompt: How did they get to where they are?

Roxie was born in one of the rural areas of New Wicker, poor and miserable. It wasn't until she was seventeen that she met a man from the city who had an interesting offer. Escaping her family, she managed to land in the heart of sin and desire. She witnessed the wealth and power others had and decided that she couldn't have enough. Then, once she was recruited into the Lynx mafia, her real mastermind came into play.

She learned the mafia game quick. She became skilled in blackmail, lying, stealing, you name it. The name she created for herself around the city definitely caught some eyes. It wasn't until she ended up in one of the Lynx casinos that someone finally made her an offer she couldn't refuse. The poor man had fallen in love with her, giving her a high position within his mafia far too easily. However, love was never what Roxie was after, she simply wanted power and riches.

Pure manipulation led her from being nothing but a member, to full control of the mafia. Knowing that respect for a female don was nonexistent, she tied puppet strings around the don's brother. By blackmailing and threatening the brother, she managed to kill the don and place her and her puppet as the new leaders of the mafia.

To this day, no one has caught on to the fact that Roxie is the true don, while the Lynx brother nothing but a chess piece. She has mastered the algorithm on how the mafia functions best, especially through getting to know each and every member and their defined skill set. For a woman she has more respect than one would believe. Despite the Lynx brother being the don, many accredit her for being the real brains behind the operation.

The only reason Roxie accomplished so much is time and patience. Getting to where she is currently was fast, but still took a good five years of trying to become stable. Much of her intelligence in the mafia world has to be attributed to her personal rat Bailey Price, though she would never openly admit that. It's her little secret.

Verix · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Verix** on Mon Jan 02, 2017 11:58 pm

E. Avery

◈ 26xxx◈ Femalexxx◈ Underbossxxx◈ Greedxxx◈ lanxinxxx◈ #e1ac78

Prompt: What is the worst moment they’ve ever experienced?

Eleanor remembers starving the way people remember their names. She never forgets.

She had been young then, innocent as anyone could ever be in a place like New Wicker, when she was sent to the streets with her brother to scavenge food. They were told not to come back until they could feed the whole family.

Her parents hadn’t given them any money, and not knowing what else to do she first began to beg. However, as hours passed and no one even spared the children a glance she realized with a start that she had two options: starve and live alone or steal and go home. It was a no brainer when she thought about it.

What she and her brother had managed to sneak away was barley enough to satisfy two children, let alone a house of four. That night the two siblings decided that they’d rather go hungry than never see their parents again. When their father asked of course if they had eaten themselves they smoothly lied and told a tale of how they ate while walking back home. They willed their stomachs not to grumble.

Verix · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Verix** on Tue Jan 03, 2017 12:01 am

L. Price

◈ 27xxx◈ Malexxx◈ Donxxx◈ Envyxxx◈ Satoixxx◈ #7a86a0

Prompt: What are his fears? His ambitions?

Laurence knows what envy feels like, accepts it in every breath he takes. He knows, intimately, the all suffocating feeling of never being good enough, and to say he doesn’t thrive on it would be demeaning. Always on the precipice of life and death, he finds himself at his best when threatened.

That is to say, every action he takes every sentence he strings, is filled with silent ambition. His thoughts may be a whirlwind of desperation, but his words are the calm of the sea.

The beliefs he holds so dearly to his heart however are never spoken in confidence to others. Laurence prefers to keeps to himself, waiting and watching for the best time to strike. Beyond that though, many can accurately surmise what he may be thinking. He’s an open book that pretends to be closed.

He stands for only himself, seeing others as stepping stones to achieve his own legacy. Laurence will not actively, aggressively, go out of his way to reek havoc out of his own want, but he will not stand idly to question all his options. If an opportunity is to present itself in front of him, why should he not take it?

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