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Hey :)

Would you want character sheets or no?

Yes please! Are you okay to do one first? I have a terrible time free handing bios without using someone else's as a base lol

Usually same but yes of course i can :)

It may not be great though im a little short of braincells at this moment and i use the same character for most things as you know loll

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Name: Matteo Caruso

Nickname/s: Matt

Age: 22

Gender: Male

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Appearance: For the most part, he looks like your average guy: around 6ft3, and a slightly muscular, slim build. He had dark brown hair, essentially black from a quick glance, which compares nicely with lightly tanned skin. He has light brown eyes, a strong jawline and a somewhat charming smile. He has only two tattoos: one on the inside of his bottom lip that simply reads "ghost" and his lower stomach, which reads exactly the same one but in italian.

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Personality: To put it bluntly, he's a prick. He was bought up with a lethal combination: money and parents who couldnt care less. As a result, he had done well to get himself into all sorts of trouble. Snatched into a biker gang, sticky hands when it comes to theft, disrespecting his parents at any given time and sleeping with well, half the city. He could be quite rude, didnt care much for people's feelings nor did he care much for his own- then again, he wasnt one to open up. He had a strong distaste for, as he put them "perfect pricks." Because who wouldnt want to get into trouble whenever possible? Although he was rude and could most certianly fight, he had a dark charm about him, making his flirting successful 90 percent of the time. Oh, and he is most definitely too self confident.

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Other: Will add if i think of anything

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I feel like I forgot something but like I said my braincells arent working well together at this moment.

Ty so much lol, you're a life saver

Dw I love myself a classic lol))

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Name: Elowyn Dicesare

Nickname/s: Wyn, Wynnie, El

Age: 20

Gender: Female

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Appearance: Elowyn looks just about like the rich kid She is- depending on the day and the outfit. She holds a lean figure and most of her body is toned, because she takes perhaps a little too much pride in her appearance. She accurately fits the description "legs for days", standing at 5'7, usually taller because she loves heels. Her hair is a lighter, caramel color with faint blonde highlights, usually only recognizable in the sun. Natural, because her mother might snap her neck if she dyed her hair. She has a pretty consistent golden tan, as a result of years of running track. Her eyes are an icy blue, generally piercing.

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Personality: Wyn is the picture perfect daughter. Straight A's through high school, a full ride athletic scholarship for records in track, and always ready to show a smiley disposition to the world. Perfect smile, perfect parents, perfect boyfriend- perfect life. Right?

That's what you'd think. That's what she wants it to be. But despite the smiles and the fake laughter at everyone of the many advertising events She has to go to, she hates it. Hates that she has to be fake. Hates that she doesnt really understand what happiness is. Hates that she cant look in the mirror without cringing at the life she's made for herself. She's sure she used to have a personality, but she lost that somewhere around the thirteenth boy she was forced to fawn over for the sake of business relations. She has few real friends, if any, and her only real companion is a cat. In the recent months, shes had a hard time mustering up enough energy to... care. To finish her work. To go to track practice. To smile.

Yet still, she manages to come off as a vain bitch with daddy's money to some. To others, a slut, because shes so desperate for a connection with anyone that she sleeps around in most scenarios. To most, a happy, bright girl with a big future ahead.

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Soooooo

I was thinking- while they're getting to know each other, he sneaks her off to get a tattoo?

And also they make some sort of agreement where she keeps his parents off his back by pretending to be his girlfriend/smth like that in exchange for him teaching her to ride a motorcycle?

Feel free to tweak or discard either idea lol

Alr! It think that's mine done- I was thinking, along with those two ideas in my bio, they could start by meeting at some sort of event where their parents shove them together? Like a ball/something or another thing like that

i have had to retype my response a consderable amount of times because i keep typing out song lyrics

i LOVE both the ideas a lot, theyre perfect- only thing is i know jack shit about motorbikes

ALso, do you mean start the RP itself with them meeting at a ball?

Pfffft dont even worry about it I feel that lol

Heh, dw it's not all that hard

I barely know

But basically common sense

Lean in the turns, careful with the clutch, yknow

Maybe if he just takes her for rides? As in shes on the back of his motorcycle?

Yeah, that's what I thought- unless you have another idea, which I'd totally be down for

ay it seems alright, my brother has four? bikes so I feel like i shouldnt be this clueless

the rides on the back may be a lil easier and if we get further in he could start teachig her then, give me time to figure out what on earth ill be writin about

and no thats totally fine im happy with that! wouldyou be alright to start or no?

Yeah of course! Sounds good to me :)

Yeah I'm alright to start!))

The banquet room was crowded with people. Far too many, in Wyn's opinion. Businessmen and women from all corners of the world that dealt in lord knows how many different industries. Currently, Wyn was chatting softly with some upcoming entrepreneurs son, at her parents request. Luckily for her, he wasn't all that unattractive. Luckily for him, she had enough drinks (no one cared that she wasn't 21), that she allowed him to sling an arm around her waist as they spoke. Her dress was sapphire, form fitting. It had a medium v-neck plunge a slit up to her thigh. She was wearing a slim silver necklace, dangling sapphire earrings, and heels. She still managing to get through the rather boring chat, simply biding her time until the time her parents introduced her to their newest business partner's son. Supposedly, they were rich, rich. Which meant she couldnt screw up her family's link to theirs.