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youth [redux - ooc/limited spots]

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youth [redux - ooc/limited spots]

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SaveYou on Sun Oct 04, 2009 9:05 am

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Oxford, England; 1862
Christ Church is in uproar. One of the daughters of the Dean has been missing for almost two days, and the panic over her whereabouts has infected everyone. She was last seen with her sister, who claims that she was reading a book, and didn't hear her move - when she looked up, she was gone. Everywhere they can think of has been searched, with no sign of the missing girl - but around sunset that night, she arrives home, perfectly unharmed, if a little upset. When asked where she was, she replies with two words;
"Somewhere beautiful,"

Six years later, when the girl's memories have started to fade, it happens once more. The cry for the area to be searched goes up once more, and it is four days this time before she returns. Like before, she comes back at sunset, unharmed, and more than a little upset this time. When asked where she was, she replies "Somewhere different," and the memories of this place do not fade as easily this time.

As she gets older, she thinks more and more on this place, and eventually, it's all she thinks of. Her family think she is going insane as she babbles on about it, and send her away into the countryside, to the small town of Shalebridge nearby. She is taken into an asylum, but one for orphaned children - embarrassed by their daughter's mental decline, her family claim she is travelling the world, and has said she may never return.

The asylum breaks the girl's mind for real, because the type of people in there drive her insane by themselves. All the girl wants is to get back to the place she belongs, and over the course of the week, she plots. She plots, and then she waits, because she'll never get back if the timing isn't right.

Six months after she is incarcerated, a fire breaks out and destroys Shalebridge Asylum for Orphaned Children. Everyone inside perishes, and her body is never recovered - it was as if she became part of the smoke that choked many to death. It is said that she has escaped and is on the loose, but although there are false sighting of an animalistic madwoman, interest dies and she is forgotten about.

In the other world, she is in her element. It's the life she's wanted since she was ten years old - and incredibly, she gets bored. Being insane means everything is perfectly normal, and everything that once enchanted her seems boring and mundane. So she changes it - bit by bit, she changes it, and over the course of a few years in her world, she claims it all to herself, and changes it to suit her, so she has complete control over everything, and everyone. The world of her imagination is a fearsome place, and at the end of her war, she spends a few years enjoying her surroundings. And then the revelation strikes her; she is getting old. What was the point in her war, if all she'll do is get old and die, leaving it open to anyone who could want to claim it - or even worse, change it?

And again, her mind turns to plotting. In her world, she can do anything. She can bring people in, or fling them out. She can let them live or die. She has total control over their souls, so long as they're in her realm, and souls are what she needs.

By the time she's finished plotting, and everything is set up, it's 19th August, 2009; and she is ready to put her plan in action. It won't be hard for her; she can explore the mind of anyone in her land, and human minds are easily manipulated as long as you know what buttons to push and what to tell them. With an army of Shadows at her disposal, and an illusion cast over her land to make it seem like any humans dream come true, she's almost positive that it won't be that hard to get them there and kill them.

Unfortunately, under the illusion of her city, in the bits that are in reality a wasteland, a resistance is rising; people who want things to go back to the way they used to be. They call themselves the Golden, to represent what used to be the type of place their land used to be - because it's not hers, by right, it's theirs. They know of the plan, and while the initial idea was to stop it as soon as possible, they now see a way to get her back through the people she's going to bring down into their world. She only needs four is what they've heard - but so do they. Another war is starting, and the fate of it depends on four people.

Four people who have no idea that world even exists.

Shalebridge, England; 2009
Shalebridge is a small town in the countryside of England, the type of place where not much ever happens. The winter are pretty much Baltic, and you can't go outside unless you're wrapped in six layers of fire, but the summers in Shalebridge are the best days of the year, where it's never too warm, but the temperature is always high enough for people to enjoy their summer, no matter what.

It's the type of town where everything gets around everyone - big enough not to know everybody's names, but small enough to be friendly with everyone. It's not an exciting place, but for those looking for peace and quiet, it's perfect. On August 9th, posters suddenly went up for a travelling carnival; Summer Youth Carnival, in Shalebridge for one week, one stop only, coming soon. They showed up a few days after, and by the 17th, it was set up and perfect.

To the delight of every teenager and child in the town, it was free entry. If you wanted to buy anything in there, such as food and souvenirs, you'd need to bring money, but no tickets were required, there were no hands to be stamped, no bracelets to wear; for that week, you could come and go as you pleased. No-one seemed to know who was running it, though; while local people volunteered to run the rides and manage the lines, the people who did all the work just seemed to be shadows, barely there and never seen.

The carnival promises to end it's week with a bang, with the biggest firework display and the best entertainment Shalebridge has ever seen. Four friends are determined to see this no matter what, but the end is just a distraction, so no-one will notice four people missing; because everything in this world has a price, and the price for this display will be payed.

It'll be payed with youth.


rules
it starts off deceptively nice, doesn't it? anyway, i only have a few rules, because i'm not planning on this being a huge rp; there are TEN and ONLY TEN places. yes, you heard me. and i swear to god, if your application is rejected, and you post in the rp, i'm coming after you with a molotov cocktail. you do not want to be chased by me trying to shove a petrol bomb down your throat - trust me. if i open up too many spots, it'll become one big muddle of characters, and we won't know who's active and who's not and it will all get confusing. if i feel that we'd do better with a smaller number of players, based on the way people who join this write, and their skill, i'll cut some of the characters.

now on to the actual rules. i want this to be a literate rp; i know we all make the odd mistake at times, but for god's sake, it's not that hard to be grammatically correct, there is a thing called spell check, and there are differences between "their" "there" and "they're". when people mix those up, it makes me wanna smack 'em upside the head with a dictionary. so please, please, please, be literate. i'm also going to say this will be a semi-literate rp, meaning at least 200-300 words per post. any less than that, maybe you should check out a different rp. seeing as there are only ten, or less, characters besides an npc who i'll be controlling behind the scenes, and i demand an even gender ratio in all my rps, this means there will be five male spots and five female spots. no more, no less. the characters will all be in their late teens, except for shadows and golden, so age them accordingly.

seeing as this is taking place in a small, relatively peaceful town, there can be minor dramas in their past, but nothing too major, and nothing too despicable; like their dad's raping them, or their parents being crack addicts and forcing them to live with them. it's a small town; these things would get around quickly, so they wouldn't have had to suffer. keep that in mind. oh, for those taking on golden and shadows? you pretty much have free reign over them; turn them into whatever you like, it doesn't have to be human! but please, do not make them all-powerful, unkillable, amazingly good looking so that everyone loves them - you get what i'm saying here? on that note, i'm assuming you all know about the dreaded mary-sues/anti-sues - if you don't, maybe this isn't the roleplay for you. if you do, though, well, you know about how they're a massive no-no in the roleplay world, right? goooood. the last thing we ask is you be as committed as you can. i understand schools are have started back, and that means you might not be able to get on because of that, or whatever job you have, or just real life rearing it's ugly head - but please, even if you can't post every day, try and post every one to three days, please?
and this is where the rules end.


characters

st.jimmy // noah jonathan armstrong // male
saveyou // erin courtney nesser // female
ylanne // marwan afifi zahir // male
megacya // cassandra willow prewitt // female

open // open // male shadow -- leader
open // open // female shadow
open // open // male shadow

open // open // female golden -- leader
open // open // male golden
open // open // female golden




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[b]age,,[/b]
between sixteen and seventeen

[b]personality,,[/b]
tell us about your characters past; their parents, whether they have any siblings, what school life was like for them, who their best friends are, anything you feel like sharing goes in here, but it must be filled out and do not say "will come out in the rp"

[b]biography,,[/b]
tell us about your characters past; their parents, whether they have any siblings, what school life was like for them, who their best friends are, anything you feel like sharing goes in here, but it must be filled out and do not say "will come out in the rp"

[b]appearance,,[/b]
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Erin Courtney Nesser

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sixteen and a half

personality,,
Erin is a girl who lives with three things; her head in the clouds, music in her ears, and a camera in her hands. Around new people, Erin can be shy, giving only smiles, the odd word or two, and over time, she gradually warms to them, becoming slightly more talkative and energetic as the days go by, until she's bouncing next to you and you're her best friend. Eccentric is a good word to describe her, and even though that can scare some people off, Erin never seems hostile; while not constantly optimistic, she just seems to send out waves that tell people she's friendly, and that she'd enjoy their company, and it makes her a very likeable person.

The only reason Erin doesn't speak much when she first meets people is because she stutters; it's not as bad as it used to be, but it can still get incredibly bad, and talking slowly makes it easier to speak, because it reduces the chance of stuttering. Even so, there'll be times when she'll attempt the word until she's almost crying with the effort, and she still can't get it out, but she's never let any of this affect her personality. Because of the fact she speaks slowly, she often sounds as if she isn't really all there, and sometimes this is true - Erin is quite prone to daydreams, and can slip into them without warning. Most of these are brought on by music.

Erin cannot play an instrument, and she's far from the best singer, but all the same, music is the greatest love of her life, tied with her friends and photography. She doesn't have much of a temper, but when she does get angry, she gets upset about it, and in a situation she doesn't understand, it's quite easy for her to lose her head, and music often helps that - it calms her down easily, and she always carries her iPod with her; it's always on, and playing loudly, but she never has both earphones in, because she likes to listen to her friends talk, thank you very much.

Erin's camera does not accompany her absolutely everywhere, but it does go most places she goes. Photography has been her passion since she was little, thanks to her mum, and even though she will sometimes ask her friends to pose for shoots she spends hours setting up, and then spends more time making them look good for it, most of her shots are spontaneous - photos are stuck all over her bedroom walls with blue tack that she's had developed, or messed about with on her computer. Nearly every single one of these are her friends; most of them spontaneous, and she also has a photo album full of her favourite photos as well.

Erin used to have a habit of biting her nails when she was younger; her parents tried everything to get her to stop, and eventually succeeded when she was thirteen, but because she'd gotten used to having short nails, she can't let them get too long, or get false nails, because she bites them or picks at them until they're back to the "right" size. Another quirk of hers is doing things on impulse; never thinking it through, but just doing it because something tells her to do it, and she obeys without question, because one, it'll be fun, and two, it'll be fun. She's never hurt herself, because she's never had the impulse to do something dangerous, (except when she was eight, when she climbed the tree in her front garden to the top and jumped out of it because she was being a superhero princess) and she only ever does anything that seems fun. Erin's biggest flaw, though, is the fact she's insecure. She's not an incredibly confident person, thanks to her stutter and her accent, and although she's normally very cheerful, there are some days, few and far between, where she's not herself - mostly, on the anniversary of her sister's death.

biography,,
For Eliza Nesser, it started sometime around midnight. September 14th, exactly midnight, and she was woken from her sleep by her first contraction taking hold. She wasted no time in waking her husband, Steven, who in turn wasted no time calling an ambulance, getting his wife into different clothes, grabbing the bag they'd prepared, and leaving their first child, two year old Ian, with his grandparents, before following Eliza's ambulance to the hospital. At 4.13 a.m, Erin Courtney Nesser came into the world, and she came in shrieking.

Erin was the second child of the couple, and a three years later, she would be followed by a sister. Born in Leith, Scotland, Erin lived there for most of her life. At the start, her and her brother were close, but eventually, their bond deteriorated, and they couldn't be in the same room as one another without fighting somehow. Up until just before her fourth birthday, though, everything was good for the little girl. She was bright, and friendly with everyone who she came across. The area she grew up in may not have been the best place to raise two children, but their family was close. Ian and Erin never wanted for anything in their lives, and when her mother found out she was pregnant again, the whole family was excited.

Ilia Rose Nesser was born two and a half months premature, and severely disabled. The older Ilia got, the more obvious her disability was, and it became obvious she was mentally retarded as well. Her mind was stuck in infancy, and she could do nothing by herself. Most of her days were spent in a wheelchair, and she had to constantly be attended by someone, meaning her parents relationship was starting to get strained; taking care of Ilia took up every second of their lives, meaning Ian and Erin were left to their own devices.

Neither knew what was wrong with their sister, but in a way, they blamed themselves - if they had have been better, their sister would be okay. Without their parents around to control them, they began to snipe at each other at first, and over time, it became worse and worse; when Ian was nine and Erin seven, they were fighting each other daily. Things came to a head when Ian deliberately threw his sister down the stairs. Erin smacked her head and passed out - she woke up in hospital. No physical damage had been done to her, but it was noticed that she started to speak with a slight stutter, which got worse over time.

At school, Erin was bright enough, and she passed her 11+ with a B1. Secondary school in Scotland, however, was harder for her. Her and her brother were still distant, and the laughing stock of the school because of Ilia. People had seen them out with their mum and their sister, and although all Erin ever faced were whispers, and a variety of taunts over her stutter, which was getting worse and worse, Ian got the worst of the abuse. Erin can still remember watching him in the schoolyard; she had been hiding because of some bullies, who had then cornered her brother, and proceeded to chant at him; "YER SISTER'S A SPASTIC! YER SISTER'S A SPASTIC!"

Erin had no idea how long this had gone on for for Ian, but even then, she couldn't help but wonder if they meant Ilia or her. Knowing how bad Ian was getting it managed to patch up the bond between them when she told him she knew how they felt, and they managed to stick together for a few more years; when Erin was thirteen and Ian fifteen, things came to a head when they were cornered by a more vicious gang of bullies, who would have beaten them up if it weren't for adult interference. Disgusted with the way their children were being treated, Eliza and Steven used all the money they had managed to save to move the family to Shalebridge in England; a quiet village where they hoped the bullying would stop for good.

The most nerve-wracking experiences Erin had ever gone through was starting her new secondary school, where everyone knew everyone, had a different accent, their own slang and their own group of friends, and being seen in public with her sister. Thankfully, no-one said anything offending to her. People in Shalebridge were genuinely nice, and even understood somewhat about her sister. They didn't mind her stutter or her accent, and for the first time in years, Erin found herself relaxing enough to make some friends. It wasn't a large group of friends, only three other people, but Erin felt comfortable with them, and for once, she was happy.

And then Ilia died.

As time progressed, Ilia had just gotten worse and worse, until it got to the point their parents couldn't take care of her - she spent months in a hospital where she eventually died in her sleep. At the funeral, everyone told them how it would be easier for them all, and it was better Ilia didn't have to suffer anymore, but despite the fact she'd never really been bothered with her before, Erin was overwhelmed with grief at losing her little sister. She felt guilty for never taking a interest in her, or trying to make her feel normal, and she retreated into herself a tiny bit, only being saved by her friends - they took her out of herself, and slowly, she was able to somewhat get over the death of her sister. The bond between her and her brother strengthened even more, and Erin found she had an interest in photography - being distracted with cameras, making scrapbooks of her photos, and messing about with them on her computer kept her distracted in the months after her sister's death. Her passion for photography grew, and she decided that was the career she would pursue.

For the last year or so of her life, Erin has been happier than she's ever been. She spends most of her time with her friends, and has built up enough confidence to even start flirting with boys, something she'd never bothered to do before because she was embarrassed about her stutter. The stutter is still there, with every other word she says, but it's slowly getting a little bit better, and she's hopeful that she'll eventually get rid of it, and that she can just live her life normally.

The carnival she's determined to enjoy is going to change everything about the future she's looking forward to; and maybe destroy it entirely.

appearance,,
Erin is a small girl, standing at only 5'3", with pale skin from not going outdoors too much. Erin has a slow metabolism, and doesn't eat much, so she's very thin, but this is just a recent thing - she's been dieting for most of the summer, and has become a vegetarian, which may have helped things. Being somewhat flat-chested has never really helped Erin with boys, but because it's only recently she's started wanting a boyfriend, it never bothered her.

Erin's eyes are a very light electric blue, with green tinges in them. Her hair is a light orange in colour, usually worn loose, with a long fringe she likes to wear in her eyes, even though it means she's constantly pushing it back - she does it so much, it's just part of her life now. Her hair isn't too long, coming to just below her shoulders, which is why she wears it loose, but for any special occasion, she'll wear it up, and with her fringe fixed properly; just because she doesn't care about how she looks normally doesn't mean she'll pass up the chance to dress up.

OOC: Fashion has never appealed much to her, unless it's out shopping for something expensive. She likes vintage clothes, and comfortable shoes, like Converse high-tops, which she'll wear with just about anything. She loves to wear skirts, but has taken to wearing shorts underneath them, just in case anyone gets any ideas (or in case her brother tries to embarrass her). She loves t-shirts and jackets, but nice jumpers and cardigans are good as well, and she has a habit of buying hoodies three sizes too big for her because they're just that warm and comfortable. Jewellery and make-up isn't on her list of priorities; all she wears is a small pair of studs and two blue plastic bracelets she bought for 50p one day.
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Re: youth [redux - ooc/limited spots]

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby St.Jimmy on Sun Oct 04, 2009 10:15 am

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Noah Jonathan Armstrong.

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sixteen and one month.

personality,,
Noah's main problem has always been his temper. Throughout his childhood, he was prone to sudden fits of anger, and although these are more or less under control now that he's sixteen, he still has some difficulty with mood swings. He's also filled with an inflated sense of his own self-importance; the way he talks back at school just proves how cocky he is, and even though he's a lot calmer now, he still thinks he has the right to talk to people however he wants to. The exception to this is with his friends, partly because he knows they won't stand for him talking to them the way he does to most other people, but also because he doesn't really have very many bad things to say about them. He's extremely close to his friends in a way that he never has been to his family, and this is something that people just don't understand, because his family have always been very good to him. Noah just disagrees with everything that they stand for: the fact that they're religious, and that they have such traditional values, and he also somewhat blames them for the Ritalin that he is beginning to realize is influencing his mood swings. The main reason behind their faulty relationship, though, is simply because he is too different from how they were at his age for them to get along, despite their best efforts.

Music is a big part of Noah's life. He doesn't have the attention-span to learn to play an instrument or anything like that, but he can lay for hours just listening to his iPod; music is one of the only things that can calm him down if he hits one of his wilder or angrier moods. He also likes to draw, but he doesn't take this very seriously; it's usually just scribbles that could be transformed into something of much higher quality if he could just stay focussed for long enough, but he never can. Put a pen and a piece of paper in front of him, though, and he'll just sit there doodling for as long as his patience lasts.

When he's in one of his difficult moods, Noah can just be deliberately contradictory. If he gets like that, he becomes the sort of person who'd cut off his nose to spite his face, and he'll do whatever it takes to piss someone off. However, this doesn't happen so often anymore; more likely, if he's feeling difficult, he'll just become sullen and unresponsive, which tends to annoy people as well. On the other hand, when he's just being Noah, he's up for a laugh and he'll do absolutely anything he's dared to do. He's likeable enough, because he really doesn't care about getting into trouble, and a lot of people at school find him funny; it's just that he's not really the open, friendly type, and that's part of the reason he's only got three friends. The way he sees it, no one else is good enough for him. With these three friends, however, the other side to him comes out: when he wants to be, Noah can actually be selfless and prepared to listen. If they needed him, he'd be there - it's just that he spends so much time being the complete opposite of understanding that it's hard for people to work this out about him.

Noah's never been involved in any big scandals or anything like that. Apart from the Ritalin and smoking weed once, he hasn't touched any other drugs and he doesn't smoke. As far as alcohol is concerned, he's an average sixteen year old boy: he'll get drunk every now and then, but he just does it to have a good time, and it's not like he's an alcoholic. He's mostly just an ordinary teenager, albeit one who suffers from more mood swings than most - and then there's the Ritalin, of course.

biography,,
There was a heatwave the year that Noah Armstrong was born. At 6.00pm on the 20th July, a warm summer evening with the sun just beginning to sink in the sky, Grace Armstrong alerted her husband to the fact that she was experiencing contractions; rushing her to hospital, he waited with her whilst she endured an eight hour labour. At last, at 2.00am on the 21st July, Noah was born into the world - but silently. He responded when the doctors checked him over, so initial fears that something was wrong went unfounded, but he was underweight, and they feared that this might lead to medical problems later on. For now, though, he seemed to be a perfectly healthy baby and he thrived under the attention of two doting parents.

As he began to grow up, the three of them looked like a remarkably happy family. Grace and her husband Jacob were devoutly religious and everyone expected that, naturally, their boy would follow in their footsteps. They attended church every Sunday with their son, and they were the picture of domestic bliss. However, no one saw what went on behind closed doors.

Noah was six by this point, and his parents weren't sure what to do with him. Despite their best efforts to raise him, he would suddenly be given to fits of hyperactivity and run wildly round the house, shrieking at the top of his voice and making as much noise as he possibly could. It was much worse than any normal excitable toddler behaviour, and it was causing strains in his parents' relationship; each was blaming the other for the fact that their son could flick alarmingly quickly between being completely normal, running around and practically bouncing off the walls, or flinging things across the room in a violent tantrum. At last, they took him to see a doctor and he was prescribed Ritalin. This did seem to help at first, since it stopped the hyperactive moods, but the temper continued and he was becoming increasingly violent, flinging a vase at his mother because she wouldn't let him have any chocolate and trying to hit his father because he didn't want to be put to bed.

When he was seven, he developed a chest infection that didn't seem to be getting any better. The doctors decided that his immunity was low because he had always been small for his age, particularly when he was born. He eventually recovered, but not before one of his lungs had almost collapsed; to this day, Noah still has pains in the right side of his chest.

As he got older, the boredom he felt in church became more and more obvious, until at last his parents started leaving him with neighbours on Sundays because they couldn't stand the embarrassment of having him sitting next to them and yawning deliberately all the way through the service. When he hit the age of eleven, his hyperactivity started coming back, so the doctors upped his dose of Ritalin; once more, it helped, but it still didn't stop the fact that he had anger management problems. At last, things came to a head when somebody stole his seat in school; in a moment of irrational fury, he responded by punching them in the face, and would have hit them over the head with the chair, too, if the teacher hadn't pulled him back at the last minute. He was sent to a counsellor, whom he still has to go and see, but it didn't really help. The moments of anger came in flashes: it wasn't something he could pinpoint and try to control, because for most of the time, he doesn't feel the need to start clubbing people over the head with a chair.

No one could understand what caused the moments of anger, since he'd had a privileged childhood and neither of his parents had ever been tough with him. The age of twelve was his worst year; all he ever did at school was answer back to teachers and insult anyone who tried to come near him. Perhaps people would have been more sympathetic, but the general consensus was that he had no reason to be the way he was, and that he was just an ungrateful little brat who was attention-seeking.

The problem was, in fact, the Ritalin. Since he'd been taking it for years, Noah had become completely hooked on it without any idea of what was happening, and the mood swings became all the more dramatic when the tablets were wearing off. He was needing more and more of them to function, so started to secretly take more than he was supposed to. This helped a lot in the short-term, and by the time he turned fourteen, he had calmed down a hell of a lot. He still had some attitude problems, but he made his first real friends since starting secondary school and became fiercely loyal towards them. The increased dose of Ritalin helped, and to this day he's still taking more than he's supposed to, but the anger swings have calmed down a lot and he's basically just an average sixteen year old now; he just tends to be more difficult when his tablets are wearing off. Of course, this is only really a short-term solution; he's not thinking ahead yet to what he's going to do when the dose he's taking at the moment stops being enough.

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Standing at roughly 5'8", Noah is slightly on the smaller side for a boy of his age, but the growth spurt he had when he was fourteen means that he has caught up somewhat with the other guys in his year; for the rest of his life, he has always been the smallest boy in the class. However, his weight hasn't balanced out yet - he's very thin, and no matter how much he eats, he never seems to be able to put on any pounds. He has always had very dark hair; it was cut short when he was younger, but after he started deciding on his appearance for himself, he simply let it grow wayward and however it wants. He can't remember the last time he properly brushed it, and it hasn't been cut in months. Noah has a very pale complexion, inherited from his mother, and he has his father's dark blue eyes.

Although Noah doesn't much care about what he wears, it's still hard for him to go out looking extremely untidy. Yes, he might throw on something that's unclean or ripped, but most of his clothes are fairly smart, since his mother buys a lot of them for him. Even so, he'll just throw on whatever comes out of his wardrobe first. The only item of clothing he really likes wearing is Converse shoes; they're the only shoes he owns.
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Marwan Afifi Zahir

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ylanne on Sun Oct 04, 2009 1:02 pm

Dearest friends,

I am returning to Youth! What happened to the original thread? . . .don’t tell me it was *my* turn to post! . . .was it?

Anyhow, I will be returning, same character, but with revisions to the profile, so you might as well read it again, not only to re-familiarize yourself, but to review the changes and additions I made to it.

Blessings and peace,
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Marwan Afifi Zahir (name de facto)

Marwan Afifi Binumar Binhabibullah Ul Zahir (name at birth, full name)

Abdal-Haq (Internet alias, means 'Servant of the Truth' in Arabic)

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16 1/2

personality,,

Marwan is an introvert with extroverted qualities. He finds peace and comfort within himself, but is able to be around people and enjoy their company. With a talent for public speaking, he enjoys being the center of attention. However, due to his Asperger's Syndrome, he finds socializing exhausting, and will frequently retire to a quiet place in order to seek out inner peace and calm down from the sensory stimuli and arduous labor that socializing proves to be for him. Like most with Asperger's and the accompanying social difficulties, Marwan wants friendship, and, fortunately, has managed to find a few who stand by him and accept his differences and eccentricities.

He often struggled in elementary and middle school with bullying, as Asperger's made him the perfect target (see Perfect Targets: Asperger Syndrome and Bullying: Practical Solutions for Surviving the Social World by Rebekah Heinrichs). He is unable to differentiate between friendly teasing and bullying teasing. Students who are sometimes nice to him and sometimes mean only confuse him further. Marwan did not realize that the accepted norm was to avoid being a tattletale on his fellow classmates, and would be the only one perfectly willing to volunteer information about a prank or other rule breaking activity when asked to do so by the teacher. His sometimes erratic behavior in class earned the disapproval of some of his teachers, but most were well-informed about Asperger's, as in common in the United Kingdom and Australia, and so his overall school performance is excellent.

He is a very caring, dedicated person. Marwan has been a member of the Mock Trial Team since he was in ninth grade, and has so far brought his team to victory in every competition, once making it to the national finals. Marwan is also involved with Amnesty International, and has been loyal to their cause since he was twelve. Having Asperger's, Marwan is extremely honest, sometimes to the point where he seems tactless. As he has grown older, however, he has had numerous therapy sessions and lessons to help him learn what sort of thoughts he shouldn't voice, and which ones he should. He is a terrible liar, like most with Asperger's, but has learned not to tell the woman in the supermarket line that she's fat and needs to go on a diet (something he did often as a young child).

Marwan hates changes in routine, especially last-minute ones, but he has learned to be more flexible. He will usually be flexible if you give him at least a few days advance notice of routine or schedule changes, but can become very distressed and anxious without that notice. Like many with Asperger's, he suffers from a high level of stress and anxiety, much of it stemming from fear of failure or rejection. Unable to recognize the faces of almost everyone he knows, including some friends and non-immediately family members, read facial expressions or body language, or detect subtle changes in prosody, Marwan struggles with social interactions, reading social situations, and knowing how to act appropriately. For him, it is like being dumped into a completely foreign culture. He has learned to navigate the social world to some extent, where he appears eccentric but generally polite, but it is a hundred thousand times harder for him to function here than for those without Asperger's.

He keeps a very organized room and becomes distressed if anyone moves anything even a millimeter out of its space, or even touches it. Unlike his space and possessions, however, Marwan's time management skills and executive functioning skills are nil. He is able to spend hours on the computer, playing Dungeons and Dragons or reading about past and recent Supreme Court rulings, without remembering to eat, answer nature's call, or do his schoolwork. As a result, he has often struggled in school, and was once misdiagnosed with ADD, which he does not have. He forgets assignments, finds series of verbal instructions confusing, and cannot prioritize his time for the life of him. Marwan's Aspergian special interest is Supreme Court rulings and case law, especially as pertains to criminal statutes, and when placed in a highly stressful situation, will blurt the facts of one or another case from rote memory as a way of calming himself with the facts.

However, Marwan is highly intelligent with an IQ of 155 (just five points less than Einstein's, and 15 above the cutoff for 'genius', with 70-130 being the normal range), and isn't afraid to show it, in his pedantic, sesquepedalian speech and constant corrections of others' grammatical mistakes. He has laid off a bit on the grammar nazi side of himself, but Marwan still sometimes cannot resist the urge to point out others' mistakes, whether in mechanics or content. He sees it as helping them. They see it as rude and snobbish. What some don't realize is that Marwan never judges others (either by their actions, race, religion, style of dress, etc.) and sees the world in a very unbiased way, thinking of others all as equal and equally deserving of compassion, acceptance, and love. He tries to help others in any way he can, but even though he is compassionate, cannot always read the immediate social situation or the nonverbal signals that someone is crying out for help.

biography,,

Marwan was born and raised just outside of Shalebridge to Syrian parents. At the age of four, he was misdiagnosed with ADD, but two years later, another psychologist was able to give the Zahir family the correct diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome, which is a mild form of autism and an autism spectrum disorder (in other words, a developmental disability). In preschool, Marwan did well and was even accepted by the other students. But by the time he was in elementary school, signs of his social isolation and confusion (not of his own volition) began to manifest themselves in the form of bullying, peer-shunning, and a deep depression in Marwan's world. He had trouble making friends, and never insisted on calling anyone to his house; instead his mother had to call the parents of other children, who would sometimes confess they were afraid of Marwan's obsessive behavior and strange mannerisms, especially the way he rattled off facts about law and the courts at only eight years old.

The Zahirs thought their son might be a genius, and he was tested, found to be exactly fifteen points above the genius cutoff (see note above). When Marwan began to struggle in class, teachers reported a lack of focus, enthusiasm, or willingness to work with groups; but his scores on tests, standardized or otherwise, were all in the 99th percentile. Baffled, the Zahirs insisted it was because of boredom and pushed the school board into permitting Marwan to accelerate into the next form, which they did, hoping it would alleviate his problems.

Around the same time, the Zahirs began to take Marwan to speech therapy, occupational therapy, psycho-therapy, and a social skills group of peers with Asperger's, hoping they would be able to help their son lead a quasi-normal life and learn to make and keep friends. They were somewhat successful, as by the time Marwan went to high school, his seemingly anti-social behaviors had virtually disappeared, and he had found three good friends, Noah, Erin, and (I'm missing one, but you know who I mean), who accepted him regardless of his Asperger's. Marwan began to perform better in school, although he often forgot about assignments and projects until the last minute, and would then spend hours working through the wee morning hours finishing his work.

Marwan's parents raised him in a liberal Islamic faith (attending a liberal mosque), and he eventually dropped all notions of religion, deciding that he preferred a Deistic god, one who was there but distant, not meddling in the lives and will of every human on the planet. The Zahir's weren't disappointed, though. They had raised their son to think for himself. He feels very strongly on social justice issues, like most with Asperger's, and can become quite adamant when he perceives an individual or organization to be violating his code of ethics. He is currently unemployed, and doesn't particularly want a job.

Last year, Marwan was arrested at an Amnesty International hosted anti-death penalty protest after exhibiting high levels of anxiety and accused of disorderly conduct and assaulting a police officer. The charges were later dropped, but Marwan decided the sensory stimuli at protests would be too much for him, and he stopped attending protests regularly, choosing to engage in more passive action instead. The photo above is his booking photo, or 'mug shot'. Normally, Marwan hates having his picture taken because of the flash on a camera, but he had no choice in the matter. In the future, Marwan wants to become a lawyer and eventually a judge.

appearance,,

Marwan is a somewhat good-looking Arab boy with olive skin and a mop of dark brown hair sitting on his head. He is tall and gangly with wide shoulders. Often, he seems clumsy and will walk into objects or walls, and won't know what to do with his arms or legs. Sometimes he paces an area or room, or flaps his hands (stimming, self-stimulating, repetitive motor movements). He usually wears cargo pants and polo shirts. On formal occasions, he can be wrestled into a dishdasha or a suit, but you will never find him wearing anything other than these clothes. He has vowed never to get a piercing or a tattoo because of the needles.

Marwan is tall, about 5’8”, and lanky, often unsure of what to do with his arms or legs, with a stocky build and strong shoulders. His body, taken as a whole, seems almost rectangular, with long, running legs, and a short torso. He even has a long neck, and a slightly enlarged head, giving him the appearance of being even taller than he actually is. He has olive-toned skin, and from even a short distance could be mistaken for either Latino or Italian.

Sometimes, Marwan doesn't shower for a few consecutive days, and it is noticeable. He has gotten better with maturity, but still neglects himself in different ways. He sometimes wears the same clothes a few days in a row, and often forgets to shave, leaving hair on his legs and a permanent five o clock shadow on his face. But when he is all washed, girls have confessed to each other that Marwan is somewhat attractive, if offputting by his strange mannerisms.
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Re: youth [redux - ooc/limited spots]

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SaveYou on Sun Oct 04, 2009 1:27 pm

Actually, it was my turn to post, but life's been taking up my time, mostly in the form of school. New subjects this year, fer mah GCSE's. But Sociology kicks so much ass it's amazing =D

Good to have you back with us, Ylanne! The only thing I have to say about your profile is the picture - to me, I don't think you could pass that off for a sixteen year old. I know you took a while to find that last time, so I'm sorry to have to ask you to find a new one, if you want to use a picture. They're not really necessary, so you can delete it if you want. But apart from that picture, your profile's pretty much awesome, and you're accepted again =D

ETA:the last spot for the humans has been reserved by MEGAcya, so no more humans available! Shadows and the Golden are still open though, to anyone who wants them!

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Re: youth [redux - ooc/limited spots]

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All her life, Cass has been known for a few very powerful traits, one of which is her iron will. Once she has her mind set on something, there is very little that will be able to sway her, and her commitments are always 100% trustworthy. Cassie is the sort of girl who you can always count on to see something through to the end if she believes in it, and who will stand by her decisions no matter how hard things get. That can, however, make her almost impossible to reason with, and if she decides she doesn't like you, it's probably safest just to stay out of her way rather than trying to change her mind. Cass is the sort of person you don't cross. Ever. She has a raging temper, and is more than capable of standing nose to nose with the best of them in a fight.

Gaining Cassandra's trust is not an easy thing to do. If you give this girl any reason at all to doubt your integrity, you can pretty much guarantee that you won't be getting on her good side any time soon. To have her look at you as being a friend, you have to first prove that she can rely on you. The only people who get any respect from her are the people who earn it.

Greed is probably one of Cassie's most defining attributes. So long as she can have what she wants, when she wants, she tends to be content. Cass likes to feel as if she's in control, she likes to win, and most of all, she likes to have the very best of everything: food, clothes, boys, girls.. you name it, she wants it. When it comes to Romance, Cassie Prewett is a seasoned veteran. She's been through breaking up, making up, meaningless flings, one night stands, the works. The only thing her repertoire is really missing is a serious relationship. Up until now, she's always played the field, dated as many people as she could without seeming like a whore, and been in it purely for the thrill.

You might not think it, but Cass is actually a religious girl- a Buddhist, to be precise. She believes that the soul gets reincarnated after death, either as an animal or another human, and because of this she's a vegetarian- no one wants to eat their gran, right? She spends a little time each morning and evening meditating, because it helps her focus and stay calm. Not to mention it improves her timing and rhythm when it comes to performing.

Cassandra has played the drums since the age of eight, and through some of the harder times in her life, it's been the only way she's had to let out her frustration. Well, other than messing with people's lives, of course; and even though most don't realise it, Cass would really rather not act like a bitch. She just doesn't know how to be anything else. Behind that harshness, though, Cass can actually be a pretty good friend. She just needs the opportunity to prove it.

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Cass Prewett is a Lakewood girl, born and raised. Most of her earliest, happiest memories consist of her running wild around her back yard with her parents, Lyn and Mark, her older brother, James, and younger sister, Claire, when she was little. It was in Lakewood that she first started to play the drums, at the age of eight years and four months, and she even managed to goad a group of friends to start a band with her when she was 12. Cassie had a happy, carefree childhood. That much is clear. It wasn't until two years ago that things started to go wrong.

Being so close to her brother meant that, by the age of fourteen, Cassandra was already spending most of her time hanging out with kids much older than herself, and most of her inner circle were sixteen and seventeen years old. It wasn't surprising, then, that the little girl found herself growing up much too fast. She'd been to more parties, experimented with more drugs, and slept with more people than either of her parents had done by her fifteenth birthday, and it was all downhill from there.

If her social life seemed bad, home couldn't be much better. James was in trouble with the cops for drug dealing, and Mark had caught Lynn in bed with his best friend, Jack. It was slowly emerging that the affair had gone on for years, and that Claire, who was just three years younger than Cass, was in fact Jack's daughter. The divorce was, of course, inevitable. Mark still saw Claire as his kid, but of course he now had no paternal rights. Claire and Lynn moved in to Jack's house, while James and Cass both refused to leave their dad living all alone in an empty house.

For a while, the two teenagers lived with their father in Lakewood, haunted by memories in the same house that had once been so happy. It didn't take long before they all agreed that they had to get away; James had avoided any charges with his drugs, and they were free to go anywhere they liked. God knows why they picked Shalebridge, England.

Now, less than six months on, Cass is sixteen and just fitting in at the local school, even though she's still struggling to get to grips with the weird way the education system works on this side of the pond, and James has got his own flat round the corner from their dad's place from which to continue his "business". Mark is among the volunteers at the carnival, James is stocking up ready for the certain rise in his sales, and Cass is busy getting psyched. She wants to make the most of her first summer here, to use this as an opportunity to feel like a normal sixteen year old for a change.

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Physically, Cass is your sterotypical girl. Big, shockingly blue eyes surounded by riddiculously long, dark eyelashes, with ivory skin and flowwing, dark hair. She's petite, too; standing at a rather small 5'4'' and with an absolutely tiny waistline. Excessive drinking and partying has left her with dark circles beneath her eyes, but thanks to the mircales of makeup, it's fairly easy to disguise.

Cassandra loves to dress up. Nothing too fancy, of course, but she's never seen out in public unless she's made herself presentable first. Her favorite things to wear are either casual, tight-fitting jeans with girly shirts and jewellery, or on days when she's feeling a bit more dressy, cute skirts and ballet flats.

She carries herself with an air of confidence, and there's usually a spring in her step. In fact, it's difficult to see that Cass has had any level of drama in her life at all; she always just seems so... together. At least, in public. Certain things get to her, and she'll seek comfort in anyone she can trust. That's the only time you'll see her vulnerable side.
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Re: youth [redux - ooc/limited spots]

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SaveYou on Wed Oct 07, 2009 2:23 pm

IC's up, guys!

I know all we have is the four humans, but we can get by on them, and if no-one takes any Shadows or Golden, that's what NPC's are for.

Go nuts!

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Re: youth [redux - ooc/limited spots]

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby BurningBridges on Wed Oct 07, 2009 2:45 pm

I read this a few days ago, and was interested, so I'm glad I found it again in the 'new posts' sections. I'm interested in being a part of the golden group, but I'm not really sure what they are doing. They are immortal, and have lived in the illusional world since before the girl took over, and now they are seeking to rebel to try to return the world with its peace? Are they trying to help the humans that the girl is going to suck into her world?

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Re: youth [redux - ooc/limited spots]

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SaveYou on Wed Oct 07, 2009 2:58 pm

In short? Yes.

They aren't immortal; they'll eventually die, but after a couple of thousand years, and they can be killed in ways. They know what the place was like before the girl decided she wanted to turn it into her own personal wasteland. They've been sucked into the illusion as well, though they know it's the girl who's made it, because they can see holes in it; the illusion only stretches so far, depending on where the four people in the group are, so they'd be able to use these holes to their advantage if they want, because they want to use the group to bring the girl down.

Does that answer your question?

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Re: youth [redux - ooc/limited spots]

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There you go =D .

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Re: youth [redux - ooc/limited spots]

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SaveYou on Tue Oct 13, 2009 1:19 pm

Thanks Lauren <3

Right guys, seriously; what was the point of me restarting this and asking you to be committed if you're not going to post? Seriously!

There's an open spot for you, so come on, post!

Also, Ylanne; the RP went up almost a week ago, and you still haven't posted, so I'm sorry about this, but I'm going to have to remove your character and re-open your spot, to see if we can get someone a bit more active in this.

Come on, people, don't let this die, get active!!

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