Georgia Nicolette Clark ✿ 23
Anthony Daniel Clark ✿ 27
Unnamed Baby ✿ T-minus 1 month till arrival
Bio: Georgia and Anthony met in high school – she was a freshman and he was a senior. They started dating October of that year – he had her playing hooky for the first time in her life on their first date, where he took her to the zoo and packed a whole picnic lunch for them, effectively sweeping her off her feet. Georgia knew right then that he was the man she was going to marry. Despite all the naysayers, the relationship lasted throughout the college years – Tony studying business, Georgia attending culinary school. When they both had graduated, they decided really, the only thing left to do was get married. And get married they did – their parents, being the typical rich WASPs of New England, spared no expense in a lavish ceremony and reception, a wedding that was sure to be talked about within their social circle for years. The couple didn’t care though – as long as they were together, they were happy. Two months after the marriage, Georgia was pregnant, and it seemed like they were well on their way to a happily-ever-after.
Georgia ~ Candice Accola
Anthony ~ Paul Wesley
Played by: @callyourname-crossmyfingers
 

“Anthony, just let me fill this out, okay? My handwriting is better than yours.”
QUESTIONNAIRE
 
☞Welcome to Wildflower! We’re so happy to have you. How did your move-in go?
 
It went swimmingly! Our movers were so helpful, and we’ve got pretty much everything where we wanted it... to be honest, I had completely mapped out the furniture before we moved in, since I knew the layout of the house, so it was really a piece of cake. Now it’s just a matter of unpacking boxes!
 
☞That’s great. So, tell us a little bit about why you decided to apply to live in our community?
 
Well, Tony and I have been living in a one-bedroom apartment in New Haven since we decided to move in together, which was about two years ago (we’ve been dating since high school so it’s not like this was a whirlwind romance or anything) and then we got married ten months ago, and almost immediately got pregnant. And honestly, I didn’t relish the idea of raising my baby son or daughter in a city! I wanted somewhere where she could play and know all of her neighbors and make life long friends.
 
☞Well, that’s exactly what we hope we can give you! As we are an ever-growing community, we’d like to know – is there anything specific you’d like to see added to the community?
 
Oh, I don’t know... this place seems so fantastic already! There’s a community park.... Hmm... I don’t know. Maybe a little like work-out area? Have a mini-gym for those of us who may not be able to get out of the community for long periods of time because of little ones? A day-care option would be lovely, too.
 
☞Well, thank you so much for your input! We won’t bother you any longer. Again, welcome to Wildflower Estates!
 
Thank you so much! Tony and I can’t wait to get started on our new lives.

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✿ Welcome to Wildflower Estates - a brand-new gated community that has just become open to the public! ✿

In a world where everything is constantly being questioned, there becomes an even greater need for a feeling of safety, a feeling of community. Here at Wildflower Estates, that's what we aim to give you. With a total of sixteen houses in the development - with more to come, should they be necessary - we offer a sense of community you rarely find these days. Sixteen families, all at different stages - some already with children, some with teenagers, some with newborns, some with a baby on the way - are whom we are hoping will move in. Wouldn't you feel safer raising your children in a community where you know all of your neighbors, and can trust them to keep an eye on your child, because they trust you to keep an eye on yours? A community where someone has to go through a security guard in order to get in? Living in such a close community, you're guaranteed to make friends with other families - have other couples to go out on double dates with, play-dates galore for your younger kids, and babysitters galore in the older ones. So please. Come join us in paradise.

 
Paradise? Nice try. That's what the real estate agents want you to think. But no. In such a small, closed community, tensions are bound to run high. Cheating spouses, vengeful spouses, children experimenting with drugs and each other, possible deaths... this isn't Stepford, people. Try Wisteria Lane.
 

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Megan Marie Turner ☪ Tattoo Artist ☪ 23
July 23 – Leo on the cusp of Cancer
Hometown; San Carlos, CA
Megan grew up solely at the hands of her father – her mother ran off when she was just three years old. It probably had something to do with the fact that she was only nineteen when she had Megan, her father Zach only twenty-one. At twenty-four, Zach knew nothing about raising a daughter, but did the best he could, with help from his mother and two of his close friends. As a result, he raised the tough, ass-kicking, tattooing young woman known as Megan. Zach had been working in a tattoo parlor when Megan was born, and after his girlfriend left him with a three year old, he moved into the apartment above it. He slowly worked his way up to owner of his own shop. When Megan turned sixteen, instead of buying her a car, he bought her her own set of tattoo guns, three bottles of ink, and twenty-five needles. The only thing written in her card was “The apprenticeship starts now. Meet me downstairs in fifteen.” Megan did as she was told, and by the time she was eighteen her dad had her tattooing all on her own. Unfortunately, also at eighteen, Megan followed in her mother’s footsteps and got pregnant. She gave birth to a baby girl, and decided to keep her. She named her daughter Eloise Melissa, after the only friend she had during high school. As tough as it was, her dad was extremely supportive, and now she’s got an amazing five year old who knows more about the long art of tattoos than most twenty-year-olds. Megan applied for a job at California Art & Tattoo, and got it, and she’s been happily inking there ever since. Now that she has the perfect job, and the perfect daughter, the only thing she really wants is that perfect man. Not that you’d see her admit it, of course.
(Camilla Luddington)
TAKEN BY; @callyourname-crossmyfingers
 
▪ How long have you been tattooing (or piercing)? What's your experience?
I’ve been tattooing for seven years now – I started an apprenticeship under my father when I was sixteen at The Mad Tatter in San Francisco. I got a part-time job there when I turned eighteen, and I worked there for about four years before I applied at California Art & Tattoo.
 
▪ How is your relationship with the Stark sisters?
It’s alright. Kat and my dad are old friends – they talked a lot when she was trying to open this place. And Tatum and I get along pretty well – I have a lot of respect for her abilities, and I think she respects mine, as well.
 
▪ What do you expect to get out of working in CAT?
Honestly, having a steady, well-paying job doing what I love. I expect that here I’ll be able to really completely hone my craft and create my own signature style. The chance to work under and with some incredibly amazing artists is amazing. You can’t get any worse working with gifted people – the only way is up.
 
▪ Where do you see yourself in five years.
Hopefully I’ll still be here, with a steady stream of clients and a few regulars. My daughter will be ten, so I’ll probably be dealing with the beginnings of teenage girl-dom. But honestly, I see my self tattooing. No matter what. It’s my biggest passion, and the thing that I love to do more than anything else – besides being with my little girl.
 
Answer these questions out of character:
 
▪ Why do you think you should get the part?
I think I should get the part because I’m really passionate about this roleplay – tattooing is a HUGE passion and interest of mine, and I love the idea of being able to explore that through my other big passion, writing.
 
▪ How active will you be?
I’ll be pretty active – probably at LEAST two or three sets a week.
 
▪ How inspired are you for this role?
Incredibly inspired. Since this is one of two roleplays I’m in, I’m able to really get into both of these characters. I already have a bunch of ideas for Megan. I want to start this as soon as possible. Seriously.
 
“Eloise, baby, come on, you gotta put your socks on!” I said, flopping down on my five-year-old’s bed. “We have this fight every morning. When are you just gonna do it?”
“I dunno...” she said, shrugging. “When socks stop hurting my ankles!”
“Baby, how can they hurt? It’s just a piece of fabric.”
“Too heavy.” Eloise crossed her arms and huffed out a sigh. “I don’t like them.”
“You picked these out in the store! You started crying when I said no!”
“They’re icky. You can have them.”
My shoulders sagged. I didn’t have the energy to fight with a five year old. And this particular five year old had inherited my own stubbornness. Not for the first time, I wished that the deadbeat that had knocked me up wasn’t a deadbeat. And that every guy I’d dated since the deadbeat (read: two) hadn’t bolted as soon as I explained that the little girl in the background picture on my phone wasn’t my niece, or a girl I nanny for, but my own daughter.
A lot of people looked at me in pity when I told them that Eloise was mine. They subtracted her age from mine, and all of a sudden there was something new in their eyes, a mix of judgment and mourning for all of the things my life “could have been.” The worst part was the way they looked at Eloise – like she was a mistake, the product of two stupid kids, something that erased all of her mother’s potential to be great. Every time someone asked me a question to that extent, I snapped at them and walked away. Deleted their number. Ignored their calls. Didn’t return their waves from across the room. To say that Eloise was anything but the best thing that ever happened to me was an insult of the worst variety.
I was overcome with a rush of love for my little girl, and leaned over and hugged her. “Okay baby. You don’t have to wear socks. You can put on flip flops, okay? But if your feet get cold, I don’t want to hear about it. Okay?”
“Ohkayyy, Mama. They won’t.”
“Of course they won’t,” I said, smiling. But as she turned around to find her little flip-flops, I quickly stuffed a pair of socks and boots into my bag. It may be spring in SoCal, but that didn’t mean her feet wouldn’t get cold.
“Alright kiddo, first up, grocery store.”
She pouted. “I wanna go to the zoo.”
“Eloise, we went to the zoo last weekend. Mommy can’t pay to go to the zoo every weekend.”
“Aquarium?”
“Same thing baby doll. I’m sorry.”
Eloise deflated, but quickly perked up again. “Can we go to the playground? That doesn’t cost money. And they have pretend animals. The rock ones.”
“They’re called statues, honey. And sure. How about we take a picnic?”
“Yum! Can we have strawberries?”
I nodded.
“Can we go feed Frank?”
I laughed. Frank was the name of every single duck she ever saw. I don’t know why – maybe in a past life she had a pet duck named Frank – but she was consistent. I didn’t even call them ducks now, I just said, ‘hey baby, look at Frank!’
“Sure, we can feed Frank. We’ll have to get some bread from the grocery store, though. Think you can remember that?”
She nodded. “Frank is going to looooveeee us today, Mama.”
“Who couldn’t love you, princess?”
She pondered it for a minute. “You’re right. Everybody loves me. Let’s go.” Eloise grabbed my hand and dragged me out the door. “Mama, come on! Frank is hungry!”
I just smiled. To say that Eloise was anything less than a gift wasn’t just an insult, it was a complete and utter lie.
 

{this story is kinda shitty. i'm sorry. i didn't want to write about being in the tattoo shop because i didn't want to take liberties with characters or anything so i wrote a short story about the second most important thing in Megan's life, which is her daughter.)
(also if i could reserve ryan gosling and theo rossi that would be great.)

●Name; Beatrice ‘Bea’ Labarre
●Model; Lindsay Ellingson
●Age; 25
●Hometown; Fairhope, Alabama
●Likes; glitter, meaningful quotes, iced mint chip lattes, stuffed animals, puppies, the beach, maxi dresses, hi-lo skirts, matching mani-pedis, rose/white gold, pastel colors, signature raspberry + sandalwood perfume, kitten heels, popcorn
●Dislikes; liars, vapidity, the color orange, rule breakers, disrespectful people, messes, most fried food, beer, snow
●Family; Sarah Labarre, 21, Erin Heatherton; Candace Labarre, 48, Kelly Rowan; Brian Labarre, 51, Tim McGraw
●Bio; “Beatrice came out of the womb planning her first birthday party,” her mother always said as a neighbor came up and commented on how remarkable it was that Bea had planned the extravaganza that was the party in front of them. It was true – Bea couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t want to grow up and be an event planner at some big-time party planning firm. As soon as she could talk she was telling her mother what theme should be used, which color palette, etc. Her mother, being the typical southern belle that she was, fought it for a while, but it was soon evident that Bea knew what she was talking about, and was a force to be reckoned with.
After graduating from high school, Bea decided to take a gap year and figure out what it is that she wanted to pursue in life. She took a job at a party-planning firm, and has been there ever since. It’s what helped her pay for courses at the University of Alabama, enough for her to get a degree in business. Although the woman she worked directly under was a gem, and had almost immediately promoted Bea to a team leader as soon as she’d joined the staff, Bea still dreamed of doing something bigger. And that dream has kept her from pursuing anything – or anyone – else. Much to the bane of her best friend since practically birth, Sarah White’s, existence. She’d set Bea up on countless blind dates, and Bea went along, meeting some very nice men in the process, but for all of her practicality and organization, she still dreamed of finding Mr Right. And unfortunately, he hasn’t come along yet. And so Bea continues to throw herself into her work, and loving every minute of it.
 
●Answer in Character:
 
♔Tell us about you! What makes you unique?
That’s a really good question. I think it’s my drive – I’ve been doing this since I was little, and it’s always been the only thing I’ve wanted to do. I can take what a client wants and twist it into the most amazing party any of their friends have ever seen. One of my signature moves is the place cards. As expensive as it is, I hire a calligrapher to do one at for every event – a handwritten place card makes a guest feel so much more welcome, you know?
 
♔How did you get into the party planning business?
If my mother is to be believed, I fell out of the womb planning parties. Of course, that’s a slight exaggeration, but I did know very early on that I wanted to plan parties. What really solidified it for me, as embarrassing as it is to admit, is that movie with JLo, “The Wedding Planner”? I identified with that character so much, even at like, eight.
I guess how I got into the business is kind of just throwing myself in there. I started planning my own birthday parties, and then other kids birthday parties, and then parties their parents were having, and it all kind of snowballed from there. Modesty aside, I had a fairly impressive resume by the time I applied to Eleanor’s Elegant Events.
 
♔Why should you be considered for this competition?
Because, again with throwing modesty out the window, you want the best of the best. And while it’s possible that I’m not the best, I’m pretty dang close. And in the interest of full disclosure, I’ve kind of been obsessed with the events that both of the judges have planned. The opportunity to work with either of them would be a huge honor and I want the chance to show them that I know my stuff.
 
♔What will you specifically bring to this competition?
I’ll bring determination, a quest for perfection, and the ability to work extremely well under pressure. In my mind, there is no such thing as a disaster, just an opportunity to make something better than it was.
 
♔What was your most successful party?
Probably the graduation party I threw for myself and my best friend Sarah. We rented out a park, covered it in tents, wrapped the tents with strings of lights, and basically just made everything completely elegant while the adults were still there. When they left, and our fellow graduates had made their way over to our venue, the elegant, refined aspect was all but lost as the tables became places to set down your drink and forget about it, the lights went out so the whole thing was just illuminated by the strings, and the DJ spun well past three a.m. It took me six months to plan the entire thing, but it was so worth it.
 
♔Tell us about one of your Make It Work moments in your party planning career.
Hmm.... well, obviously any time the weather interfered with the event was a make it work moment. But probably the moment I look back on and can’t believe I pulled off is at a benefit I planned for the Make-A-Wish Foundation. A party-goer became so drunk that he started a physical altercation with the host, and fell backwards onto the table of food, which then buckled and every single morsel fell to the ground, making it inedible. All before dinner had actually been served. So I’ve got about four hundred hungry people at this benefit, the host bleeding profusely from both his lip and nose, getting all over his tux, all while being on the phone with the police. Could be a recipe for disaster, but instead, I called around to every restaurant within twenty miles of the place, told them all to make their quickest dish and get it over to the venue as soon as possible, that they’d be compensated immensely (though most ended up donating as a tax write-off) as long as they could get it delivered within the next twenty minutes, which was about how long I was expecting the auction to go on for. I called four of the catering crew members over and had one get ice for the host, the other find coffee and bread for the fighter, and the remaining two clear the spilled food and reset the tables so that we had room for the new food coming in. I got on the phone with the police when the server took away the host, explained to them the gravity of the situation – the last thing that you needed at a benefit for sick children was a scandal with the law – and had them come arrest the man, but without lights or sirens. I sent my assistant to the room the host was staying to grab a clean shirt for him, and I swear to you, this all happened before the auction in the next room had ended. When they came in for dinner, no one was the wiser, and I even got compliments for serving such a variety of simple food, as many of the benefit-goers were used to fancy, stuffy food and welcomed the chance to eat chicken fingers and onion rings in their thousand dollar gowns.
 
♔What would winning this competition do for you?
Winning this competition would mean achieving my dream. It would open up doors for me that I would have never thought could be open, and I could finally start working on my destiny.
 
♔This competition is going to be no holds barred and very draining. Can you handle it?
I can handle it. If there’s anything I’m good at, it’s working under pressure. I shine under pressure. And I’m probably more determined than half of the others here. There is nothing that will get in my way.
 
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"Some people freak out about the first day of school. They freak out on the days leading up to it, they freak out the day of, and they freak out for days afterward, analyzing every last bit of it. My friend Clementine is one of those people. I’m not. I love it. The first day of school has a certain magic to it. Even for people who hate school, there’s a definite charm surrounding it. "
 
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melanie green [freya mavor]
age eighteen | blonde hair | green eyes
best friends - clementine warren [holland roden] | julian marks [dylan o'brien]
other friends - ryan winter [beau mirchoff] | olivia clarke [sarah hyland] | kevin sharp [colton haynes] | emma sellers [greer grammer]
love interest - benjamin harris [ian harding]
goes from her family home to sharing a condo with her boyfriend
style - florals, dresses, jeans, blouses
loves - macbook, cute animals, writing, coffee shops, reading, bookstores

“Nine shall rise against the fire Titan,
To seek the balance restored.
You shall not receive help from the gods,
For with your powers shall transcend.
A fight for freedom in the city will extend,
Until the chosen one liberates his party in the end.”
 
Until the chosen one. The chosen one. The chosen one. With each bite I chewed, the last line of the prophecy Sofia had made played over and over again in my head. His? There were already nine of us, and none of us were guys. But it could mean anyone... It could mean a god, it could mean a titan, it could mean a demi-god, hell, for all we knew it could be a satyr. And what was with the prophecy, anyway? We hadn’t had one in forever. Could it be a false prophecy that Prometheus had planted? Were they on to us? And obviously, the prophecy meant we had to leave camp. But without help from the gods, I had no idea how any of us would even be moderately safe ever again.
 
I sat silently as the twins played with their food and each other. Currently, they were my only half-siblings living in the cabin with me. They were young – only eleven. Peter and Rick, which was short for Patrick. They didn’t bother me much – being seven years older than them and a girl probably had something to do with it. “Whatchu so quiet about, Delia?” Rick questioned, snapping me out of my thoughts.
 
“Missing the beach,” I lied, smoothing back my hair. “It’s the perfect day for swimming.”
 
They both nodded like they knew what I was talking about, but I knew they didn’t. They’d grown up in the middle of Manhattan, and their mother hadn’t even let them near a swimming pool. For whatever reason, her encounter with Poseidon had left her terrified of water.
 
I glanced around the dining hall, wondering if anyone else was freaking out like I was. It was hard to tell – the only one of us who was really a bubbly type was Daisy, but as far as I could tell, no one looked visibly freaked out. Not even Sofia, really, and she was the one who had just made the prophecy – her first in months. But maybe it was just that we were getting better at hiding things. We had been doing it for quite a while. When I looked at Cassi, though, I could tell she was thinking hard about what we had to do. She’d become our makeshift leader, and in that role had taken on a lot of the planning aspects. The only thing I wanted to ask her, though, was how the hell were we going to get our hands on a car?

name; cordelia ‘delia’ monroe
age; 18
likes; swimming, mermaid folklore, the beach, bandeaus, flip-flops, any shade of the color blue, seaglass, salads, dancing, tv that’s so bad it’s good, calming music, poetry, riddles, and postcards
dislikes; high heels, the color red, metal music, any piece of clothing that would drag her down in the water, winter, ice, most popular music, fatty foods, make-up, formal clothing, stuck-up people, and people who try to force their beliefs on her (i.e. Prometheus)
bio; Delia has always loved the water. It’s where she felt the most at home her entire life. She’s been attending Camp Half Blood since she was eight, and has been wary of Prometheus ever since she met him. Her mother had always only had kind things to say of her biological father, and Delia trusted that her mother wasn’t lying to her. But Delia also knew the dangers of remaining at home for too long and not knowing how to defend herself, and her loved ones. So she returned to Camp Halfblood each summer, each year growing more and more angry at the way Prometheus was handling things. When she was fourteen, she learned of the resistance, and knew what she had to do. Since then she has been an active member and is just biding her time until the orders are given.
strengths; amazing with water (obviously), can create hurricanes larger than most of Poseidon’s children, very sneaky, good organizational skills, big heart, will sacrifice herself for others
weaknesses; hero complex – she wants to save everyone, gives everyone second, third and fourth chances even if they don’t deserve it, can be very stubborn and set in her ways, hates heights

 

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name; cordelia ‘delia’ monroe
age; 18
likes; swimming, mermaid folklore, the beach, bandeaus, flip-flops, any shade of the color blue, seaglass, salads, dancing, tv that’s so bad it’s good, calming music, poetry, riddles, and postcards
dislikes; high heels, the color red, metal music, any piece of clothing that would drag her down in the water, winter, ice, most popular music, fatty foods, make-up, formal clothing, stuck-up people, and people who try to force their beliefs on her (i.e. Prometheus)
bio; Delia has always loved the water. It’s where she felt the most at home her entire life. She’s been attending Camp Half Blood since she was eight, and has been wary of Prometheus ever since she met him. Her mother had always only had kind things to say of her biological father, and Delia trusted that her mother wasn’t lying to her. But Delia also knew the dangers of remaining at home for too long and not knowing how to defend herself, and her loved ones. So she returned to Camp Halfblood each summer, each year growing more and more angry at the way Prometheus was handling things. When she was fourteen, she learned of the resistance, and knew what she had to do. Since then she has been an active member and is just biding her time until the orders are given.
strengths; amazing with water (obviously), can create hurricanes larger than most of Poseidon’s children, very sneaky, good organizational skills, big heart, will sacrifice herself for others
weaknesses; hero complex – she wants to save everyone, gives everyone second, third and fourth chances even if they don’t deserve it, can be very stubborn and set in her ways, hates heights
 
“Delia! Delia, honey, time to dry off!”
I lifted my head up out of the water and saw my mother standing at the edge of the sand, hands cupped around her mouth. “Five more minutes, Ma!”
“Your train leaves in an hour, and it takes at least forty minutes to get there. Come on, sweetie.”
“Fine,” I groaned, and made my way back in to the shore.
It was two days after my graduation – or rather, my last day of school. Graduation wasn’t for another three weeks, but I couldn’t stay at home any longer. They’d send my diploma along in the mail. I didn’t need to be here for the ceremony. It was just that – a ceremony. Maybe it would’ve been different if I’d gotten an RSVP back from Pegasus, but I hadn’t, so... Things were gonna be the way they were. And I was going back to Camp Half-Blood.
I raced into the house, throwing on the clothes that David had so carefully laid out for me. While I was checking to make sure I had packed everything I was going to need, I heard him in the doorway. “Are you sure you want to do this, Cordelia?” He was still one of the only ones who used my full name on a regular basis. “You know that you can stay with us. You don’t have to go back.”
I turned around, and hugged the man who had raised me. “I know, David. I know. But I do have to go back. I can’t stay here – there’s too much at stake. Plus, I do have friends there, you know.”
“I know. I just hate the thought of you missing your own graduation because you’re worried about your mother and I. We can take care of ourselves, you know.”
“I do know that. But I’d rather you not have to.” I kissed him on the cheek, and slung my backpack over my shoulder. “C’mon, help me take this stuff down to the car.”
He obliged, and I took the stairs two at a time.
Mom was already waiting in the car, futzing around with the radio. “Come on, you slow pokes!”
I clambered into the backseat, sitting directly in the middle so I could look out the windows. Partially because I liked the scenery, and this would be the last time I would see any of it for at least three months, but mostly because I needed to keep an eye out for any threats. I played with the charm bracelet on my wrist – it had been a sixteenth birthday present from my mother and David, filled with ocean-related charms. I pulled at the pearl, a gift from my father for that same birthday. I stayed quiet the entire car ride, and Mom and David followed suit. When we arrived at the train station, I was the first one out of the car.
“All right, well... This is it,” I said, pulling both of my parents in for a hug.
“Be safe,” Mom whispered, one hand on the back of my head. “Please, just... be safe.”
All three of us had tears in our eyes when we stepped back. “This is ridiculous,” I said, laughing while wiping my eyes. “Why are we crying? I’ll be back in September, maybe sooner, if camp gets sickening. It’s not like I’m never going to see you guys again.”
“That’s very true,” David said, putting an arm around my mother. “But we’re just gonna miss you, sweetie.”
“Don’t make me cry any harder!” I said. “Seriously! I’ll see you guys in a few months. I love you.”
“We love you too,” he said. Mom was crying too hard to say anything at that point. I wondered if maybe she knew something I didn’t. But I put that thought of my mind as the final boarding call for my train was announced, and I ran to make it to my car. As I was sitting in my room, I had a feeling that this summer was going to be different. This summer, hell was going to be raised, and I wasn’t just talking about Hades.
 
I want to be a part of this roleplay because I love Percy Jackson and CHB, and this concept is so so interesting. It's currently the only roleplay I'd be in that's active, so I'd be able to give it my all.
 

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full name: sydney alice greene
age: 17
birthday: october 18
height: 5'4
weight: 134
hair color: blonde
eye color: green
distinguishing marks/scars: freckles on shoulders, across cheeks + nose; scar in between right thumb + pointer finger from chicken pox; scar above left elbow from falling off her bike
sexual orientation: straight
relationship status: single/with ben
hometown: unnamed
current town: unnamed
family members: jared, 5; asher, 47; sophia, 42
dream job: author
hobbies: writing, reading, coffee, cooking
favorite...
color: yellow
book: harry potter
animal: hedgehog
food: cap'n crunch chicken, salad with homemade balsamic vinaigrette, homemade hash browns
article of clothing: floral dress; denim jacket
nervous habits: wrings hands; twirls hair
best friends: julian craig + clementine brown
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