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Warning: This game contains sensitive themes such as suicide, drug use, prostitution, and abuse. If you are uncomfortable with these, this is probably not the game for you.

The Home of the Hopeless

There's a place where the homeless, the drug addicts, the prostitutes go. Where the dregs of society congregate. A home for the most desperate who still look for a place to belong. Welcome to Desolation Row, named so by the papers. In the 80s, the place was a new two story apartment building, home to the denizens of a growing city. The Row is in the worst part of the worst city in the nation. Every week there seems to be another suicide, another overdose, another murder. Drugs, money, violence, and sex are more than just the themes for those who make this place their home... they are the heart and soul of the Row's existence.

The inhabitants of the row are split in to three primary groups: the thieves, the prostitutes, and the junkies (other groups do exist though are less prominent). The prostitutes are men and women who sell their bodies for money (usually so they can turn around and spend it on drugs), the thieves are self explanatory (everything from strong-arm thievery, to mugging, to pick pocketing, and the junkies are those involved in the manufacture and selling of drugs. Despite the reputation the Row has, behind the graffiti-coated walls, in the halls and abandoned rooms, the Row is unusually well organized.

Two leaders seem to keep everything under control... from the drugs to the money to the safety of their “family”, these two somehow manage to run the Row. They organize the dealers, they make sure the place has (some) electricity and running water. They keep the cops looking the other way despite the politician's and would be do-gooders cries for a change. Shelter and outreach program workers can occasionally be found patrolling around the Row, too afraid to venture inside and looking for someone to take in for a hot meal and a bed, though the inhabitants of the Row do not want to leave.

The Row's denizens have split themselves up in to “families”: small groups of three or four who can handle living in the same rooms without killing each other, and these families tend to share the same apartment. Not many of the apartment's kitchens are up and running, as the electricity is mostly rigged haphazardly these days, going in to running the water heaters and the occasional odd light or outlet. Most families are lucky they have furniture at all, and what they do have is usually the bare-essentials and second hand.


IC Rules

«All families are responsible for their own clothes, food, and necessities.»
«All clothes must be washed at least once every two weeks (once per week for all hookers and prostitutes)»
«50% of all profits must be given over to the Row to pay for electricity, water, supplies, etc.»
«NO BUSINESS is to be done at the Row. Dealers, prostitutes, etc must meet with any clients or those who do not live at the Row elsewhere.»


OOC Rules

«All characters MUST be over 16»
«Posts must be a minimum of 300 words»
«No first person posting»
«All character images must be of REAL people. No anime, paintings, etc»
«If you're a dealer, you cannot belong to another group and vice versa(anyone can have addictions, they just can't deal)»
«Keep ALL drama IC. Those who cause OOC problems will be asked to leave the game»

Character Sheet
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[b]Nickname(s)[/b]: If applicable
[b]Age[/b]: No younger than 16, preferably no older than 30
[b]Sexuality[/b]: Gay, Bi, Straight, etc
[b]Addictions[/b]: Listed in order of most to least severe

[b]Group[/b]: prostitutes, thieves, junkies, etc

[b]Appearance[/b]: Real pictures ONLY (if you have more than one, the extras should go here). Description should be included and be atleast 1 full paragraph (5-7 sentances) long

[b]Personality[/b]: 1~2 paragraphs. Remember that no matter how secrative your character may be, these people live together in fairly close quarters. His/Her personality wont be a mystery.

[b]Background[/b]: Be detailed! 5 paragraphs minimum.

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Name: Jane Doe
Nickname(s): J.D.
Age: 22
Sexuality: Bi
Addictions:
~Cocaine~
~Cigarettes~
~Caffeine~
~Alcohol~

Group: Junkies

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Accepted Characters

Jade ~ Thief
Name: Jadaria Brookes
Nickname(s): Jade; Jada; Brookes
Age: 19
Sexuality: Bi (Leans more towards males)
Addictions:
~Sugar~ (Yes, it is a real addiction… I have it. O.o)
~Adrenaline~


Group: Thief

Appearance:

Jade is tall but nimble, standing at 5’11” and weighing in at about 150 lbs. She has long, jet black hair that reaches to the middle of her back and remains naturally straight(though easily styled into beautiful curls when she feels like it). Her electric blue eyes are what often stun people the most. Even for her youth, they give off a false perception of knowledge and calm. Her skin tone can be described as slightly sun kissed, for she spends enough time outside to gain color but never long enough for a serious tan. When relaxing, she will either be found in sweat pants, tight jeans or booty shorts, all the color black. As for shirts, she owns five of the same exact spaghetti strapped camisoles, also black in color. For shoes, they are normally black slip on Rocket Dogs. However, when she goes out on a ‘job’, she pulls out a long black trench coat with long sleeves and black heeled boots that cut off just below the knee.

Personality: Jadaria is generally a quiet person who keeps to herself, though she has a habit of noticing everything. Unless she is being spoken to directly, Jade won’t talk unless to correct somebody or to insult them. At any given time, Jade might have several different topics running through her head. Because of this, she often doesn’t express emotions on her face but through her eyes. And even when she appears spaced out, it’s smart not to say anything you want kept quiet because she will hear and remember it for future use.
Another thing to note about Jade is her wit and determination. Once she has put her mind to something, there is no talking her out of it. On the other hand, Jade has most likely thought the whole thing out multiple times before she even considered it as an action. If there is one thing she hates, it’s rash decisions, and she certainly will make a point of telling somebody so. While being a strong and confident individual, she is still human and often finds that she has miscalculated and underestimated the actions of other human beings.

Background:
For as long as Jade can remember, she never had a real home or friends. Her father left before she was born, leaving her mother to fend for herself through the whole process. They had to move from shelter to shelter, often ending up on the streets for weeks at a time in between. This was because her mother wasn’t able to hold a job and care for Jade at the same time. On those occasions where they were left on the streets, Jade’s mother would hole up in deserted alleys and protect her child from the elements, doing anything she could to protect Jade. This went on for this first six years of her life.

The year the Jade turned six was the same year she became an orphan. It was autumn, the air beginning to cool down and the breeze carried the scent of various spices that were common around that time of year. In later years, when Jade recalled the event, there was one that stood out strongest from the rest. Pumpkin. In the alley of a bakery, the smell of pumpkin had been the strongest of all.

It was late in the afternoon, the sun was setting and all of the surrounding shops had closed up and gone home for the night. A man staggered into the alley that the two had been taking refuge in for three days prior. He reeked of alcohol and his speech was slurred only slightly. Jade was forced to watch as her mother was beaten and the raped in front of her eyes. After he had finished with her mother, he shot her and attempted to do the same with Jade. Fortunately for Jade, somebody had heard the gunshot and came running to investigate. After the man had been arrested, the young man who had come to her rescue took her in as his own.

From then on she lived with him, not speaking to anyone. It was at least a month before she even learned that his name was Jake. After that she never left his side unless it was necessary, meaning the school that he signed her up for. Jade began to interact with people again, and lived calmly and happily with Jake for quite a few years after that. Everything was perfect until she was 11. She overheard a conversation between Jake and the doctor, learning that Jake had been diagnosed with cancer long before he had even met Jade. She also learned that he didn’t have much time left. The year following this conversation, Jake passed away in his sleep, leaving 12 year old Jade alone again.

After Jake’s death, Jade ran away to avoid child protection services. She became withdrawn and aggressive, fighting random people on the street and stealing for food. She fell into a schedule where on some days she would steal for food and the rest she would steal for pleasure. For the sole purpose that she could. She made her way to Desolation Row in hopes of finding somewhere to live and people who had shared similarly hard lives to interact with. Even there, however, she found that she didn’t so much interact as she did tolerate them.

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Kale ~ Junkie
Name: Kaleb Richards
Nickname(s): Kale, K
Age: 24
Sexuality: Straight
Addictions:
-Marijuana-
-Making money-
-Cigarettes-
-Sex-

Group: Junkie

Appearance:
Kale is six foot four, and two hundred and twenty pounds of muscle. He has short dirty blond hair, that has some black and some brown in it. He isn't a body builder but he has slim athletic build to him. His eyes are blue but have a tendency to green in the sun. He tries to be comfortable all the time, and that's why he usually wears loose clothing. He has a dark tan skin complexion it's from being in the sun a lot.  Kale also has several scars on his arms and chest from knife fights, and violent conflicts.

Personality: Kale is a schmoozer you have to be when you want to be a dealer. He isn't afraid to speak his mind either. He's a friendly guy outside of his dealing ways. When he is making money though he is strictly business and has no patience for those who try to fuck him. He doesn't try to act smart, but isn't stupid either. When ever he is confused about something he would just ask. Very comfortable with being around women in most situations. He has a good sense of humor for being a drug dealer, but most of the people that he deals too never see that. Kale is a bit of a hot head at some times, and doesn't think things over before he reacts. Has a soft spot for a girl in need even though she's probably trouble anyways. Can be indecisive on minor things, like what to eat or what to wear. Business decisions are easy though.

Background: Kale grew up a drug dealer, though through his infant stages he had no clue what was going on. Though by the time he could count his father was teaching Kaleb about the dope game, and watching as Kaleb was able to hand the family business. Kaleb's mother was a prostitute who had him out of wedlock, and wanted to raise him right but she was killed the night of his first birthday. She had been trying to pick up some extra cash for a cake, and she met the wrong man at the right place. Kaleb never really knew what had happened to her, but his father always told him that she killed herself because of her choice of lifestyle.

Going along with his father they became partners and successful ones at that. After Kaleb had made his first grand his father took him out find a high dollar prostitute who would take Kale's virginity and make sure he would remember it as well.  That night was the first night Kaleb had gone to jail. Before the sex Kale paid the prostitute and after she said the code word, a police woman kicked in the door and slapped the cuffs on him and his father. Though to Kaleb's knowledge he had no idea that his father was a very wanted man and at seventeen what young boy would know what to do without his father at his side. His only logical conclusion was to keep dealing.

After moving himself around for several years Kaleb found the perfect place to settle down. Though the place was far from perfect he knew it was a place he could do business and not end up in jail. The inhabitants of Desolation Row were all interesting people, some with the same story others with very interesting stories. He made some friends during his stay, others drug dealers who are just trying to make a living like him. When Kale turned twenty one he and several others left desolation row for the biggest score they all could have achieved had it gone down right. Tommy another drug dealer in DR got a hook up from an old friend, and they were to pick several pounds of marijuana just twenty miles out from DR. Kaleb was down to help but the whole place was sketchy to him. So after they secured a van Kaleb drove himself and the others to the meet. He waited patiently till he heard gunshots and police sirens. Tommy was the only one who made it back to the van, but barely alive.

Kaleb saw the blood and rushed Tommy to a hospital, but as they reached the door Tommy was already dead. Having to bury his friend Kaleb decided he would work alone and if anyone got hurt it would be him, or the fucker trying to harm him. A candle light vigil was held in DR for Tommy and the others, but Kaleb was no where to be found. He spent the right of that night alone in his room grasping what had just happened. It seemed that everyone he met or got close to either went to jail or ended up dead. So from then on he was a solo drug dealer and kept business away from the outside life he lived in Desolation Row.

Now Kaleb still resides in DR and only makes small time deals, just enough to pay the bills and have a little money left for himself. Smoking and selling weed were really his only choice of activities. Though he would still go out and meet someone new from time to time. He tries his best not to get close to anyone, but his friendly nature isn't something he could shut down. Everyday is something new in Desolation Row, and Kaleb's only real goal is to survive.

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Carey Dalton ~ Junkie
Name: Carey Parnassus Dalton
Nickname(s): Kaleido Carey, Dr. Parnassus, The Dream Coat
Age: 23
Sexuality: Bi
Addictions: Cocaine, LSD, Meth, Pot, Caffeine, and Colorful Crap

Group: Junkies

Appearance:  A disheveled looking young woman with thick glasses, her thin body clothed in tye-dye patterns.  Her light brown hair is worn every different way, from braids and beads to rubber bands and twist ties.  Her brown eyes usually carry a faraway look, but every now and then they snap into an unexpected sharpness.  She doesn’t seem to care very much about her appearance, sometimes dressing in faded t-shirts and jeans, sometimes in sheets and 15 dollar tapestries.  But her skin is smooth and taunt, and people can usually tell that once, she was very beautiful. 

Personality:
  Carey’s personality is difficult to describe, since she is certifiably insane.  She was diagnosed schizophrenic, which today means that she experiences hallucinations, paranoia, very disorganized thoughts and extreme symptoms of bi-polar disorder.  She oscillates from fanatically needing others to be around her and becoming extremely paranoid, locking herself in a room and refusing to come out.  This, understandably, makes her a difficult person to live with.  However, she can be intelligent and even charming, in the right mindset.  The trouble is meeting her when she is there.
  Carey is fairly sunny, but intense, due to her strong intellect constantly fighting for coherence.  Her medicine helps to mitigate the symptoms of her disorder somewhat, but she is still a creature of impulse rather than reason.  The medicine’s primary function, she will explain, is to line the two up more often.  She is very devoted to her ‘family,’ respecting the fact that she wouldn’t be alive without them.  As such, she tries to treat them whenever she can, and will irrationally keep any promise she makes to them.  When level, she is a deep thinker, and a survivor, who likes to challenge her brain with complicated ideas and plans.  She is bookish, and in spite of the artistic flair she is known for, her first love will always be science.  However, these moods never last, and she reverts to either a slightly child-like persona that is giddy to the point of vexatiousness, or she slips into her darker symptoms.
  Carey often goes through phases where her words don't quite make sense, especially when stressed or thinking about her family.  She becomes easily frustrated in these states, sometimes breaking things as she tries to explain.  Some people know how to calm her down in the these moods, allowing her to revert to a calm, even playful demeanor, who is extremely quick on her feet but otherwise unintelligible.  Those closest to her can discern that she blames herself for her family's death, and for a host of other things.  Life in the Row is as much an act of penance for her as it is an act of acceptance.  She secretly misses her dreams, and her innocence. 
  Carey has little to no modesty, and is sometimes extremely prone to suggestion.  Apartment mates that playfully ask her for a lap dance often end up getting one.  She places little importance on sex, seeing it as a way to get money or to treat a friend.  This changes when there are ropes and LSD involved, at which point she becomes genuinely horny. 

Background:  She had what some would call an idyllic child hood, full of family vacations, opportunities, and money.  Carey dreamed of being a pharmacist, like her mother.  This broke apart when her father became a drug dealer to supplement his dwindling income.  Over three years, the household became full of verbal abuse, mostly between the parents, but it also applied to her and the increasingly unrealistic expectations of how she was to perform in school.  One night, her father convinced her to buy cocaine from him to study harder.  After that, any money she got from her mother went straight into the father’s pocket.  Under pressure, she was using at an addict’s pace before she recognized that she wanted the drug.  When she needed more, she began to offer herself to people at school.  One teacher took her virginity, as she recalls, and she was free game for the student body, who liked the novelty of the teacher’s pet on her knees.  She found that she enjoyed sex, in the sense that it was another drug to use, although she was sad that her image as a perfect girl was utterly tarnished.  Still, things calmed down at home.  Her grades were up, her father had money, and the mother was obliviously grateful.  Her happiest memory is of a beach trip the family took, literally hours before her mother discovered the drugs.  That was where she fell in love with tye-dye patterns. 
  Things had already spiraled in chaos before they even got home.  Carey was put in detox while her mother tried to divorce.  The detox program is a hazy memory of sex, suicide attempts, rage, and mental breakdowns.  It ended when the father was locked up, and Carey was withdrawn from the program by her mother.  After hearing about how easy it had been for other participants to assault her, her mother didn’t see the value.  The two moved to another state and began their lives again.  Carey began a struggle with anxiety, partly an after-effect of her scholastic pressures, and partly a genetic disposition that had gotten a kick-start from her drug use, and partly the inconclusive detox program.  Still, she attempted to reclaim herself, with some success.  She got medicated, resumed her studies, and graduated.  Her mental state continued to worsen as her mother remarried, to a mechanic.  He never molested her, or gave her drugs.  Instead, he was just totally ignorant of and insensitive to her condition.  He would yell at her and hit her when she was going through a depressive or anxious cycle, in a misguided attempt to make her a stronger person.  It backfired, and shortly before graduation she fell back into addiction.  Her step father’s approval of her stronger personality while on the drug reinforced her psychological bent for finding approval in substances.  The summer was a whirlwind of drugs, sex, music, and fake smiles, as she geared up to go to college.
  She excelled in chemistry, which was what she had always wanted to do, running side projects to become more familiar with psychotropic drugs.  Her freshman year, she had a short but torrid romance with a fellow who introduced her to LSD.  She loved this drug initially, attracted to the hallucinations of color.  But on the third use it caused a meltdown that had her boy friend uneasy.  Her paranoia and past traumas prompted her to OD on cocaine, hospitalizing herself.  She asked that her parents not be told.  She would find that billing wasn’t so interested in her wishes, but for the time, she returned to college and kept working.  Her therapists gave her a stronger diagnosis to reflect the severity of her condition.  But Carey had truly loved the LSD, and would sometimes restrain herself by belts and ropes so she could trip without hurting herself.  This got her into the BDSM community, where she would offer to be tied up and used for sex, taking a tablet just before doing so.  At first, she had to pay to do this, but she met people who could refer her to clients that paid her large sums for the privilege.  Whether it was her constant use of LSD or the serial trauma of sex while under an acid trip, she started to experience hallucinations regularly, at which point she was diagnosed schizophrenic.
  She was in her fourth semester when she was asked to come home.  At first, she refused, but a Dean approached her and told her she would be expelled if she didn’t get help.  Weighing her options between continuing her life style and chasing her wayward dreams, she decided to return home and try to start over once again.  She couldn’t have known that she would doom her family by doing so.  Her biological father had been released a month prior.  Unable to track his ex-wife, he went to the college that Carey had always wanted to go to, and found her there.  When she went home, her father followed, and unceremoniously killed both of her parents and himself, on the lawn of the house as they went to hug her.
  Carey’s mind shattered.  The police found the corpses with tye-dye shirts on them, and found Carey moving her mother’s body to an easy chair in the living room.  They took her into custody, but after seeing what had happened, she was released, and forwarded to a half-way house.  Part of the conditions for her stay were that she remain clean, but she was unable to abide by that.  She left, falling into life on the streets.  It wasn’t so bad, she seemed to have been doing it all along.  Get money, buy drugs, and live as much as you could while you still felt good enough.  She tried her old tricks, and eventually made her way back to her college town and the pimps there.  These people seemed happy that she no longer had the option of a straight life to fall back on, and found clientele in other cities for her to enjoy.  She didn’t care.  Between the self-destruction, the grief, the addictions, the hallucinations, and a life-time of shattered dreams, she was content to float on whatever sick wind offered her escape, even to sadists.  She recalls being half awake on hospital beds more than once, sometimes hearing the word abortion, other times more complicated forms of damage.  She still didn’t care. 
  This life lasted almost a year, by which time she had gone from being the attractive but unstable young woman she had been in college, to an emaciated half-brain that was barely worth the cost of keeping alive.  She was told if she didn’t have at least 2 assignments per month, she would be killed: a pressure which only drove her further into what was left of herself.  It was on an assignment to the city that she was reintroduced to psychotropic drugs.  One of the don’s was actually a licensed psychiatrist, who started giving her the Lithium and other drugs she needed to retain any portion of her sanity.  A sadist in the worst sense of the word, he wanted to get her back to health before breaking her.  This brief moment of clarity was enough for her: she stole the medicines, took her money, and escaped into the city. 
  She had enough to live on for now, as she rented an apartment and began getting back into her chemistry, creating the compounds she would need to keep herself almost level.  Her body started to regain some of its vitality, but this wasn’t a long term fix.  Her mind was working as well as it ever would, which was just enough to know that if the pimp’s men didn’t kill her, she would either wind up in jail or commit suicide.  So, she started selling again, creating crystal meth and offering herself to BDSM lovers.  She would sometimes call the patrons and beg them to come and restrain her, holding herself back from self harm just long enough for them to get there, tie her up and fuck her into sleep.  It didn’t take long to get back the money she had stolen, which she left in a neat little pile next to a suicide note in her apartment.  Leaving it behind, she followed the customers.
  She remembers nearing the Row, and seeing people in Support Services Badges jumping out at her, wanting to offer her a free meal and to keep her from going into the hive of crime and violence just before her.  She wound up screaming at them, tearing at her own skin and crying in rage and in panic.  She remembers how they moved away from her and found other people to offer their help to, as she hobbled unobstructed into the DR.  That sealed it for her.  This was where she belonged:  the place the world wanted her to be, and the only place she really knew how to survive.  She was taken in by a rough looking male, who found her curled into a ball by a dumpster, and while he and many others have come and gone, she still lives in that little apartment.  Bean bag chairs for comfort, ropes for safety.  A chemistry set to survive..
  ..And tye-dye everywhere.  To remember..


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Nionette ~ Prostitute

Name: Nionette Carter (Real Name: Sascha Martin)
Nickname(s): Nette
Age: 17
Sexuality: Bi
Addictions:
~Heroin~
~Caffeine~
~Cigarettes~

Group: Prostitutes

Appearance:
Long raven's wing black hair hangs to just below the middle of her back, and intense robin's egg blue eyes stared out at the world from a fringe of long black lashes set in to a face that is tragically beautiful, somehow holding a hint of broken innocence. Nionette stands a petite 5'0" and seems to have two different looks. When she is working, she wears revealing tops and short skirts, heeled boots and very little else. When she is not working, she tends to dress in a manner that is conservative but still sexual, wearing form fitting long sleeved tops and skin tight pants. This serves the dual purpose of showing off her "assets" and hiding the bruises she earns while working.


Personality:

Overly cynical and nearly depressing, Nionette is the type to look at the world in very black and white terms. In her view, the only things that matter in the grand scheme of society are currency and sex, and sex can be currency. She doesn't use hard drugs, but she does smoke and drink on the regular. Though some might take her painfully logical view of the world as a sign that she'll betray anyone who gets in her way, the truth is that Nionette is incredibly protective of her "family". She's been known to stay up for days with those struggling to detox, keeping them from getting to the drugs their body insists they need. Despite this, however, she has a severe problem with authority and has been known to argue with those who run the row.

Though Nionette isn't in any official relationship, she has had a not-quite-but-still-sort-of relationship with Gabriel. The two have been known to get in to arguments and fights, before they seem to turn around and be almost loving toward one another.

Though she smokes and drinks occasionally, Nionette's worst addictions are caffeine and heroin. Though everyone knows about the caffeine, she does her best to keep her heroin addiction a secret, afraid Gabriel will find out about it. Her first time using was to prove a point to him, but she ended up hooked and though she swore to him she'd never use again, she's been unable to stop.

Background:

Born Sascha Martin, she was "blessed" to be born in to an upper middle class family that could provide her all the opportunities in life she could need to be successful. But with every blessing, comes a curse. Sascha's curse was a father who while he seemed to be the dad of the year to everyone on the outside looking in, was less than worried about his daughter's best interests and more worried about what he could get from her. And what he could get from her was the pleasure of her young body. Throughout all of it, he insisted that he loved her and this was how people expressed their love for one another. He was also quick to make sure she knew this was a very special kind of love, and no one else would understand, so she had to keep it their little secret.

Growing up with her father's sexual abuse left Sascha with a warped view of the world. Those who didn't want to sleep with you didn't love you. And if they didn't love you, then you weren't worth anything to them. From an early age, she developed this view of the world, which meant that her mother, who never laid a finger on her outside of hugs and what was appropriate, was alienated. Sascha didn't believe her mother loved her, but was too afraid of making her mother love her less by attempting to initiate such contact.

When Sascha was 13, her parents split up and her father signed over full custody to her mother before moving across the country, only to be heard from in his child support payments. Devastated at the loss of the only person she believed truly loved her and certain that he'd left because of her, Sascha withdrew in to herself. Her mother tried to get her counseling and help, but Sascha was less than cooperative.

As puberty hit and hormones began to work their black magic on her body, Sascha began to develop in to a stunning young woman. With this development in her body, came a nearly uncontrollable urge to find someone to replace the "love" she'd lost when her father left. Soon after, she began seeking out and sleeping with anyone, be they old or young, male or female, who would give her that attention.

She started skipping school, drinking, staying out late, and partying. After only two years (when she was 15), her mother couldn't take it anymore and said Sascha could either straighten up and fly right, or be sent to an all girls private school. Never to be denied what she wanted, Sascha waited until a night when her mother was working late, packed a bag, and left for good. It didn't take long for her to start selling her body for whatever she could get... money, a ride, a place to sleep. After several weeks of drifting across state lines, she finally came to one of the nation's largest (and worst) cities.

Only a few days after coming to the city, Sascha found herself cornered in an ally by two crooked cops with a taste for young girls, as well as violence. It was obvious they meant to rape her, and likely beat her senseless in the process. They likely would have gotten away with it, too, if Gabriel hadn't shown up in time to stop them. He fought off her attackers and managed to pay them off and get them to leave by offering them a decent amount of drugs. Despite the nasty beating one of them had taken at Gabe's hands, they left.

Turning to the girl he saved, who was battered and bruised, dirty and obviously frightened, he offered her a place to stay. That place was Desolation Row. Making up a new name for herself when he asked, she agreed to go with him and soon found herself adopted in to the odd family-like atmosphere.

A week in to living there, Nionette was curled up in her corner of a largely barren room, caught in the throes of a nightmare. She was crying and screaming and thrashing, and when enough people complained, Gabriel came to her and ended up curling up next to her, holding her as she cried her way through the dream and finally fell still in her sleep again.

Since then, the two have had a highly unofficial, never announced, relationship that was dysfunctional at best. One minute they'd be supportive and almost loving toward each other and the next they'd be fighting like cats and dogs, usually because Gabriel would express concern over her unhealthy habit toward taking on the more sadistic and violent clientele, letting them beat her and other such things. Despite the fights, however, neither seems willing to back off of the other.

For the past few months, nearly a year, Nionette has been increasingly more addicted to heroin. Her first time using was after a particularly nasty fight with Gabriel, after which she got the idea to use to show him how she felt when she saw him using and the state it left him in. Gabriel had stormed out and while he was gone, Nionette shot up for the first time, leaving him to return to find her high and barely coherent. Afterward when they both came down off their respective highs, they had a heart to heart, during which Nionette promised never to use again.

Unfortunately, she has failed to keep this promise, especially since finding that the drug helps greatly with the pain her clients tend to leave her in. When she's high, she forgets the bruises... she forgets the screams... she's able to sleep without nightmares. This addiction is something she hides to the best of her ability, as she does not want Gabriel to find out and does not trust those in the Row not to tell him her secret if they found out.


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Gabriel Alvarez ~ Prostitute
Name: Gabriel Eduardo Alvarez
Nickname(s): Gabe, Gabey, Gabanti
Age: 20
Sexuality: Pansexual
Addictions:
- Heroin
- Mephadrone
- Cigarettes

Group: Prostitutes

Appearance: Gabe is tall with long limbs that are slender, bordering bony; his skin is pale and stretched thin, marked with track marks and various scars from years of self harm, living on the streets and using heroin. He has a shock of dark brown hair and eyes of an almost similar hue. He has a tendency to wear ripped, baggy jeans and one of the two old, ragged sweaters he owns over a tank top; however, when he's working, he'll wear tighter jeans and a nicer shirt. He has the letters 'D R' tattooed on the right side of his colour bone in dedication to his home.
Picture 2

Personality: Gabe is odd, in one word. Many people have said he's completely insane. One day, he can be hyper, exciteable and talkative, never stopping and asking constant questions; seemingly childish, he'll act half his age, jumping around and playing pranks then suddenly being frightened and looking to others for guidance. Other days, he's completely silent but seemingly calm, drifting around with a glazed over, slightly pained looked in his eyes as if he's stuck somewhere else, his mind wrapping round past experiences. Other times, he's twitchy and irritable; he won't answer questions and snaps at anyone, with his words or with his fists, especially if he hasn't had his hit, he'll be incredibly violent and paranoid - its best at these times to just leave him alone. Gabe is partial to a little weed and greatly enjoys his booze when the mood strikes but he is not addicted to other, merely a recreational user - his addictions lie somewhere darker. He's incredibly prone to mood swings and changes in personality but there are a few constants with Gabe; he's incredibly protective and fiercely loyal to any and all from the Row.

Background: Gabe ran away at the tender age of twelve, after years of abuse from an alcoholic father who believed the best way to discipline his son was to sexually assault him.

Gabe was born in Uruguay but his father quickly took him and his mother to America soon after his birth, though this wasn't a choice his mother had say in. She was a drug addicted schizophrenic who couldn’t speak much English; a child wasn’t what she wanted, Gabe's father had raped her and then forced her to stay with him, knowing he could get something from the kid – food vouchers, benefits, money, anything once they'd moved to the US. At the age of 4, Gabe witnessed one of his parents' most horrendous fights - he doesn't recall much, just the vacant, glazed over look on his mother's eyes as his dad beat her around the room, calling her a smack whore and a deadbeat bitch. She didn't say a word, make a noise, register any pain until Gabe's dad grabbed a knife and slid it into her gut; it was then that she made a soft whimper, slumped to the floor and bled to death as Gabe watched. His father called the police but quickly hid the evidence and acted the part of distraught husband, claiming he had walked in from work and found her on the floor. The police were quick to believe his story; it was a bad neighbourhood and they were just too lazy to see past the lies.

Soon after, Gabe started school and did very well, excelling in all his classes though he was very quiet and rarely spoke. Teacher were always wondering why he turned up with bruises and his father never came down to parent-teacher conferences. But of course, this was the bad part of the city and no one was about to ask any questions or get social services involved.

And so, Gabriel managed to pull up the courage to leave in the dead of the night. He kept running and running until he came across the apartment complex that everyone called Desolation Row. He’d seen the pictures in the papers and heard the horror stories from kids at school about the junkies and the hookers, the people ready to steal your soul and sell it for less than a buck.

Cold, hungry and alone, Gabe had nowhere else to turn so he headed into the apartment complex, looking for an empty room to sleep, terrified out of his wits that he would be killed and his body thrown into a dumpster. But what he found wasn’t quite what the kids at school and the newspapers had described. Okay, it was similar. But it wasn’t all that bad. Gabe was taken in by a friendly prostitute who was only nineteen at the time. He was made part of the group, starting out as a scout, making sure none of the shelter workers or police came along and alerting the group if they did. After a year, he started to sell his body and gradually got into drugs, starting with weed the older kids would sell him but rapidly getting into heavier drugs and eventually ending up addicted to smack just as his mother was as well as mephadrone which he discovered from a client years ago who claimed it would give him a boost of energy.

A year ago, perhaps longer, Gabe came across Nionette, cornered and frightened by two gutter-minded pigs who liked to call themselves police officers. Gabe was never one for doing such a thing to a person, past experience taught him the hatred he has for sexual violence and he set them straight then paid them off and took Nette in, welcoming her to the Row and slowly, she became one of his own, a part of his family. Since then, they have had some kind of incredibly tumultuous and rapidly changing relationship.
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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless
« Reply #1 on: July 03, 2012, 05:17:03 PM »
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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless
« Reply #2 on: July 03, 2012, 05:17:44 PM »
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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #3 on: July 04, 2012, 04:40:12 PM »
I would love to join in if you still want to make it

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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #4 on: July 04, 2012, 05:02:46 PM »
I'm definitely still planning to run this, even if we only have a few people join... I'm sure we'll get more once the game gets rolling.

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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #5 on: July 05, 2012, 06:17:16 AM »
I'm in :D Little Miss Sticky Fingers came to me. It was practically religious.

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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #6 on: July 05, 2012, 08:52:32 AM »
Caught my eye

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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #7 on: July 05, 2012, 02:28:18 PM »
w00t! That puts us at five people, six when a friend of mine finally gets approved as a full member. I'll work on getting the character sheet format put up later tonight. :)

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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #8 on: July 05, 2012, 03:25:17 PM »
I might join. It depends on the characters that are made and if I can teach myself third person writing again :)

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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #9 on: July 05, 2012, 03:36:26 PM »
Consider me a contendor. I have to test a few things to be sure I can constantly post 300 words, though I don't think that will be much of a problem...

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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #10 on: July 05, 2012, 03:45:51 PM »
Consider me a contendor. I have to test a few things to be sure I can constantly post 300 words, though I don't think that will be much of a problem...

Given that the bulk of those who plan to join are known for posting a minimum of 400 words as a lot of them are in my other group game, you shouldn't have a problem having enough material to work with when coming up with 300 lol.

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« Reply #11 on: July 05, 2012, 03:49:39 PM »
Well that makes me feel so much better. Lols.

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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #12 on: July 05, 2012, 04:56:08 PM »
Okay guys, I've got up the character sheet code and a preview of what it should look like. I've also revamped the background a little bit... combined the prostitutes and hookers in to one group, added a third (thieves). I look forward to seeing your character sheets. :)

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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #13 on: July 05, 2012, 04:57:42 PM »
I don't understand anything in the sample character sheet hehe

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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #14 on: July 05, 2012, 05:00:26 PM »
xD You're not supposed to. The sample is just there so people see how it will look when it's filled in :p

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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #15 on: July 05, 2012, 05:34:16 PM »
Name: Kathleen Johnson
Nickname(s): Kat
Age: 16
Sexuality: Bisexual
Addictions:
Music
Sex
Sexual Pain
Alcohol
Cigarettes

 Group: Prostitutes

Appearance:


Kat is often wearing dark clothing, to distinguish herself from her blonde hair. She is the type of girl that you often see hearing rock music and dressing the part. She has a tattoo of a upside down cross on the small of her back. Piercings on her lip, tongue and nose.  She often wears revealing outfits when she wants to get laid, mini skirts and shirts that reveal some cleavage. When she is not working she could be seen wearing almost anything from jeans to nothing at all.

Personality: What can I say about Kat, well for starters she is in love with music. When she has free time she is always hearing music or singing quietly to herself. She always carry a small notebook around for whenever she gets a hit of inspiration she could write it down. She is a very nice girl however you won't want to get in her angry side. She has been known to severely hurt penises of clients just because they pissed her off more than usual which is rare. She tends not to get angry so fast, she always has a smile on her face and always laughing out with the people in the house. However get her angry and she can be the most feared girl in the building.

Being blonde does not mean she is dumb or stupid, she can be very intelligent when she wants to be. She knows that playing the part of a blonde might get her more clients however she also has a high IQ which makes her study everything even if she is acting out as a dumb girl. She loves pain, people think she might be a masochist which they aren't wrong. She is one of those girls that are able to receive  a lot of sexual punishment and get turned on. People in the building respects her however they know to stay away when she is angry.

Background:

The daughter of a multimillionaire man, Kat was raised in a live of luxury and expensive tastes. Her parents raised her to be the perfect little daughter however she was everything but that. Ever since she was little Kat always loved to get into trouble and especially get her parents into trouble. Time after time she played pranks on her parents causing them to miss a flight to somewhere important just because she did not wanted to see them leave. Saying that she was raised alone was something a little bit obvious since her parents were never there even if she tried to prank them to stay.

At the young age of Ten her mother died in a car accident, that affected Kat in a lot of ways all of them screwing up with her mind. Her father however started drinking and soon lost everything. When he was told that he would be evicted he committed suicide leaving Kathleen to fend for herself. She ran away from home, knowing that if she was caught she would be sent to a home where she did not wanted to be. She heard so much wrong stuff about foster care that she really did not wanted to have anything to do with them.

Running away from home gave her the first night she actually had to search for food. The first few days went on like normal, however in the forth day she was looking for some food in the dumpster and she felt a pair of hands grab her from behind. She was raped again and again, the group did not let her go after the rape. They spanked her and did awful things to her, however she found all that to actually turn her on more than anything in her entire life. The group kidnapped her after making her beg for more and dropped her out in the house.

Ever since then she was tasked with the job of having sex for money, letting man and woman use her for whatever they wished. She had no other choice and started doing as told not really knowing what else to do. When she was some rich girl before, now she was nothing but a prostitute, having nothing to her name and only wearing a black dress when she was looking for some work. When she was without work she was almost always naked due to the lack of clothing which lead to a lot of trouble.

A man tried to sleep with her without paying his debt, she begged him to pay but he did not payed her. The man continued to use her like a rag doll, meanwhile she found a piece of glass and grabbed it before shoving it deep inside his cock making him bleed out. The bouncers came and saw a horrific thing, the man bleeding out from his penis and Kat with a sick look on her face, she actually enjoyed it. Ever since then clothes were given to her for when she wasn't working and people learned to respect her. She still has nightmares of that day almost every night she goes to sleep.

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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #16 on: July 05, 2012, 10:14:10 PM »
Name: Jadaria Brookes
Nickname(s): Jade; Jada; Brookes
Age: 19
Sexuality: Bi (Leans more towards males)
Addictions:
~Sugar~ (Yes, it is a real addiction… I have it. O.o)
~Adrenaline~


Group: Thief

Appearance:

Jade is tall but nimble, standing at 5’11” and weighing in at about 150 lbs. She has long, jet black hair that reaches to the middle of her back and remains naturally straight(though easily styled into beautiful curls when she feels like it). Her electric blue eyes are what often stun people the most. Even for her youth, they give off a false perception of knowledge and calm. Her skin tone can be described as slightly sun kissed, for she spends enough time outside to gain color but never long enough for a serious tan. When relaxing, she will either be found in sweat pants, tight jeans or booty shorts, all the color black. As for shirts, she owns five of the same exact spaghetti strapped camisoles, also black in color. For shoes, they are normally black slip on Rocket Dogs. However, when she goes out on a ‘job’, she pulls out a long black trench coat with long sleeves and black heeled boots that cut off just below the knee.

Personality: Jadaria is generally a quiet person who keeps to herself, though she has a habit of noticing everything. Unless she is being spoken to directly, Jade won’t talk unless to correct somebody or to insult them. At any given time, Jade might have several different topics running through her head. Because of this, she often doesn’t express emotions on her face but through her eyes. And even when she appears spaced out, it’s smart not to say anything you want kept quiet because she will hear and remember it for future use.
Another thing to note about Jade is her wit and determination. Once she has put her mind to something, there is no talking her out of it. On the other hand, Jade has most likely thought the whole thing out multiple times before she even considered it as an action. If there is one thing she hates, it’s rash decisions, and she certainly will make a point of telling somebody so. While being a strong and confident individual, she is still human and often finds that she has miscalculated and underestimated the actions of other human beings.

Background:
For as long as Jade can remember, she never had a real home or friends. Her father left before she was born, leaving her mother to fend for herself through the whole process. They had to move from shelter to shelter, often ending up on the streets for weeks at a time in between. This was because her mother wasn’t able to hold a job and care for Jade at the same time. On those occasions where they were left on the streets, Jade’s mother would hole up in deserted alleys and protect her child from the elements, doing anything she could to protect Jade. This went on for this first six years of her life.

The year the Jade turned six was the same year she became an orphan. It was autumn, the air beginning to cool down and the breeze carried the scent of various spices that were common around that time of year. In later years, when Jade recalled the event, there was one that stood out strongest from the rest. Pumpkin. In the alley of a bakery, the smell of pumpkin had been the strongest of all.

It was late in the afternoon, the sun was setting and all of the surrounding shops had closed up and gone home for the night. A man staggered into the alley that the two had been taking refuge in for three days prior. He reeked of alcohol and his speech was slurred only slightly. Jade was forced to watch as her mother was beaten and the raped in front of her eyes. After he had finished with her mother, he shot her and attempted to do the same with Jade. Fortunately for Jade, somebody had heard the gunshot and came running to investigate. After the man had been arrested, the young man who had come to her rescue took her in as his own.

From then on she lived with him, not speaking to anyone. It was at least a month before she even learned that his name was Jake. After that she never left his side unless it was necessary, meaning the school that he signed her up for. Jade began to interact with people again, and lived calmly and happily with Jake for quite a few years after that. Everything was perfect until she was 11. She overheard a conversation between Jake and the doctor, learning that Jake had been diagnosed with cancer long before he had even met Jade. She also learned that he didn’t have much time left. The year following this conversation, Jake passed away in his sleep, leaving 12 year old Jade alone again.

After Jake’s death, Jade ran away to avoid child protection services. She became withdrawn and aggressive, fighting random people on the street and stealing for food. She fell into a schedule where on some days she would steal for food and the rest she would steal for pleasure. For the sole purpose that she could. She made her way to Desolation Row in hopes of finding somewhere to live and people who had shared similarly hard lives to interact with. Even there, however, she found that she didn’t so much interact as she did tolerate them.

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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #17 on: July 06, 2012, 04:21:30 PM »
Name: Kaleb Richards
Nickname(s): Kale, K
Age: 24
Sexuality: Straight
Addictions:
-Marijuana-
-Making money-
-Cigarettes-
-Sex-

Group: Junkie

Appearance:
Kale is six foot four, and two hundred and twenty pounds of muscle. He has short dirty blond hair, that has some black and some brown in it. He isn't a body builder but he has slim athletic build to him. His eyes are blue but have a tendency to green in the sun. He tries to be comfortable all the time, and that's why he usually wears loose clothing. He has a dark tan skin complexion it's from being in the sun a lot.  Kale also has several scars on his arms and chest from knife fights, and violent conflicts.

Personality: Kale is a schmoozer you have to be when you want to be a dealer. He isn't afraid to speak his mind either. He's a friendly guy outside of his dealing ways. When he is making money though he is strictly business and has no patience for those who try to fuck him. He doesn't try to act smart, but isn't stupid either. When ever he is confused about something he would just ask. Very comfortable with being around women in most situations. He has a good sense of humor for being a drug dealer, but most of the people that he deals too never see that. Kale is a bit of a hot head at some times, and doesn't think things over before he reacts. Has a soft spot for a girl in need even though she's probably trouble anyways. Can be indecisive on minor things, like what to eat or what to wear. Business decisions are easy though.

Background: Kale grew up a drug dealer, though through his infant stages he had no clue what was going on. Though by the time he could count his father was teaching Kaleb about the dope game, and watching as Kaleb was able to hand the family business. Kaleb's mother was a prostitute who had him out of wedlock, and wanted to raise him right but she was killed the night of his first birthday. She had been trying to pick up some extra cash for a cake, and she met the wrong man at the right place. Kaleb never really knew what had happened to her, but his father always told him that she killed herself because of her choice of lifestyle.

Going along with his father they became partners and successful ones at that. After Kaleb had made his first grand his father took him out find a high dollar prostitute who would take Kale's virginity and make sure he would remember it as well.  That night was the first night Kaleb had gone to jail. Before the sex Kale paid the prostitute and after she said the code word, a police woman kicked in the door and slapped the cuffs on him and his father. Though to Kaleb's knowledge he had no idea that his father was a very wanted man and at seventeen what young boy would know what to do without his father at his side. His only logical conclusion was to keep dealing.

After moving himself around for several years Kaleb found the perfect place to settle down. Though the place was far from perfect he knew it was a place he could do business and not end up in jail. The inhabitants of Desolation Row were all interesting people, some with the same story others with very interesting stories. He made some friends during his stay, others drug dealers who are just trying to make a living like him. When Kale turned twenty one he and several others left desolation row for the biggest score they all could have achieved had it gone down right. Tommy another drug dealer in DR got a hook up from an old friend, and they were to pick several pounds of marijuana just twenty miles out from DR. Kaleb was down to help but the whole place was sketchy to him. So after they secured a van Kaleb drove himself and the others to the meet. He waited patiently till he heard gunshots and police sirens. Tommy was the only one who made it back to the van, but barely alive.

Kaleb saw the blood and rushed Tommy to a hospital, but as they reached the door Tommy was already dead. Having to bury his friend Kaleb decided he would work alone and if anyone got hurt it would be him, or the fucker trying to harm him. A candle light vigil was held in DR for Tommy and the others, but Kaleb was no where to be found. He spent the right of that night alone in his room grasping what had just happened. It seemed that everyone he met or got close to either went to jail or ended up dead. So from then on he was a solo drug dealer and kept business away from the outside life he lived in Desolation Row.

Now Kaleb still resides in DR and only makes small time deals, just enough to pay the bills and have a little money left for himself. Smoking and selling weed were really his only choice of activities. Though he would still go out and meet someone new from time to time. He tries his best not to get close to anyone, but his friendly nature isn't something he could shut down. Everyday is something new in Desolation Row, and Kaleb's only real goal is to survive.

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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #18 on: July 06, 2012, 05:57:39 PM »
Acid: you will recieve a PM from me regarding your CS shortly.

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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #19 on: July 06, 2012, 08:09:05 PM »
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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #20 on: July 06, 2012, 08:13:01 PM »
Bloodied: Thank you, thank you very much. Lol.

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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #21 on: July 06, 2012, 08:27:27 PM »
Oh phooey... I shall get to work on fixing that then.  -_-

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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #22 on: July 06, 2012, 08:44:58 PM »
Name: Jadaria Brookes
Nickname(s): Jade; Jada; Brookes
Age: 19
Sexuality: Bi (Leans more towards males)
Addictions:
~Sugar~ (Yes, it is a real addiction… I have it. O.o)
~Adrenaline~


Group: Thief

Appearance:
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Jade is tall but nimble, standing at 5’11” and weighing in at about 150 lbs. She has long, jet black hair that reaches to the middle of her back and remains naturally straight(though easily styled into beautiful curls when she feels like it). Her electric blue eyes are what often stun people the most. Even for her youth, they give off a false perception of knowledge and calm. Her skin tone can be described as slightly sun kissed, for she spends enough time outside to gain color but never long enough for a serious tan. When relaxing, she will either be found in sweat pants, tight jeans or booty shorts, all the color black. As for shirts, she owns five of the same exact spaghetti strapped camisoles, also black in color. For shoes, they are normally black slip on Rocket Dogs. However, when she goes out on a ‘job’, she pulls out a long black trench coat with long sleeves and black heeled boots that cut off just below the knee.

Personality: Jadaria is generally a quiet person who keeps to herself, though she has a habit of noticing everything. Unless she is being spoken to directly, Jade won’t talk unless to correct somebody or to insult them. At any given time, Jade might have several different topics running through her head. Because of this, she often doesn’t express emotions on her face but through her eyes. And even when she appears spaced out, it’s smart not to say anything you want kept quiet because she will hear and remember it for future use.
Another thing to note about Jade is her wit and determination. Once she has put her mind to something, there is no talking her out of it. On the other hand, Jade has most likely thought the whole thing out multiple times before she even considered it as an action. If there is one thing she hates, it’s rash decisions, and she certainly will make a point of telling somebody so. While being a strong and confident individual, she is still human and often finds that she has miscalculated and underestimated the actions of other human beings.

Background:
For as long as Jade can remember, she never had a real home or friends. Her father left before she was born, leaving her mother to fend for herself through the whole process. They had to move from shelter to shelter, often ending up on the streets for weeks at a time in between. This was because her mother wasn’t able to hold a job and care for Jade at the same time. On those occasions where they were left on the streets, Jade’s mother would hole up in deserted alleys and protect her child from the elements, doing anything she could to protect Jade. This went on for this first six years of her life.

The year the Jade turned six was the same year she became an orphan. It was autumn, the air beginning to cool down and the breeze carried the scent of various spices that were common around that time of year. In later years, when Jade recalled the event, there was one that stood out strongest from the rest. Pumpkin. In the alley of a bakery, the smell of pumpkin had been the strongest of all.

It was late in the afternoon, the sun was setting and all of the surrounding shops had closed up and gone home for the night. A man staggered into the alley that the two had been taking refuge in for three days prior. He reeked of alcohol and his speech was slurred only slightly. Jade was forced to watch as her mother was beaten and the raped in front of her eyes. After he had finished with her mother, he shot her and attempted to do the same with Jade. Fortunately for Jade, somebody had heard the gunshot and came running to investigate. After the man had been arrested, the young man who had come to her rescue took her in as his own.

From then on she lived with him, not speaking to anyone. It was at least a month before she even learned that his name was Jake. After that she never left his side unless it was necessary, meaning the school that he signed her up for. Jade began to interact with people again, and lived calmly and happily with Jake for quite a few years after that. Everything was perfect until she was 11. She overheard a conversation between Jake and the doctor, learning that Jake had been diagnosed with cancer long before he had even met Jade. She also learned that he didn’t have much time left. The year following this conversation, Jake passed away in his sleep, leaving 12 year old Jade alone again.

After Jake’s death, Jade ran away to avoid child protection services. She became withdrawn and aggressive, fighting random people on the street and stealing for food. She fell into a schedule where on some days she would steal for food and the rest she would steal for pleasure. For the sole purpose that she could. She made her way to Desolation Row in hopes of finding somewhere to live and people who had shared similarly hard lives to interact with. Even there, however, she found that she didn’t so much interact as she did tolerate them.

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OH FOR THE LOVE OF GANDALF!!!... I hit quote instead of modify... and then didn't notice. FML!
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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #23 on: July 06, 2012, 10:48:13 PM »
Replied!

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Re: Interest Check: Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc)
« Reply #24 on: July 06, 2012, 11:38:26 PM »
Approved :)