Name (First and Last): April Blake
*Gender: Female
*Age (18-22): 18
*Social Group (Nerd, Jock, Rebel, or just plain normal!): Normal, with a little jock influence.
*Traits (can be from any Ep- at least 5): Hopeless Romantic, Natural Cook, Neat, Friendly, Artistic
*Appearance (picture or description):
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*Likes: Big Macs, Fun, Art Class, Her Phone, Cooking, Dancing, Nutella
*Dislikes: Bullies, Heartbreakers, Nuts, Chewy candy that hurts your teeth
*Biography (You’re sims life so far. What they’ve been through. What has changed them, dramatic or small.): April is your normal american sweetie. She loves getting giddy and hyper around her best friends, they mean everything to her, but she is also quite shy around new people. April was once in love with her best friend since childhood, and when she turned 16 he threw her away like trash and broke her heart. That was when she decided she would never have another boy best friend.
Hometown (Where they lived before UNi, like Sunset Valley.): Sunset Valley
Family (If any.): Mum, Dad, Little brother Liam, dead sister Evie.
Relationships/Crush (If any.): Nothing.
*Sexual Orientation (straight, gay/lesbian, bi, etc.): Straight.
*Species (Anything from supernatural, plantsim, genie, or just human): Human.
Sport(s): Dancer
Other: Her major is fine arts.
[April Blake is approved for roleplay ;D. April is rooming with Nivalis. Yay, welcome to the roleplay! ]
I scolded myself as I reached out and took her hand. Really? This is how you're doing this?... Fine. Go ahead. Try to make a move (or what you think is a move) and then watch her walk away in disgust. I shook away those thoughts and led her to a pair of arm chairs in the back of the shop.
Quinn:
I was surprised to say the least. Our hands fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle. I sat down on one of their big, worn leather chairs, my hand slipping out of his. I was surprised by the longing I felt, wishing my hand was still in his. The thought made my blush, and the bright pink color on my cheeks was a stark contrast against my pale skin.
"You look really cute when you blush," I grinned. I immediately became horrified. Did I seriously JUST say that? I felt my cheeks heat up and I wished I could just sink through the chair and into the ground. I took a quick sip of my drink, trying to act normal, before I began choking like crazy. I set my drink down on the table and began coughing like mad. "So- rry-" I choked out. YA BLEW IT! I thought.
I gaze out of the cab. Wow, Twinbrook University. I've chosen to move into a dorm room. I can't really afford my own place, and a fraternity wouldn't be as fun.
A major in fine arts. It gives me the choice of the three careers I love: Art, Cooking or Dance. I missed my dance school but I'd come to the age where I needed to leave. To learn.
"You look really cute when you blush," I grinned. I immediately became horrified. Did I seriously JUST say that? I felt my cheeks heat up and I wished I could just sink through the chair and into the ground. I took a quick sip of my drink, trying to act normal, before I began choking like crazy. I set my drink down on the table and began coughing like mad. "So- rry-" I choked out. YA BLEW IT! I thought.
I giggled, my blush turning darker. "So do you," I teased him good-naturedly. I placed a soft hand on his own, trying to reassure him. I also did it just for an excuse to touch him.
I took long deep breaths and grinned. "Sorry 'bout that," I laughed. I noticed her hand on mine and gave it a little friendly squeeze before separating. That's when I realized how well our hands fit together and how much I loved having her hand in my.
[[OMG GUYS! JUST HAD A CRAZYYYY IDEA! Okay, so I don't know if you guys wanna do this but I have an evil love triangle that is beginning to set up in my head... wanna hear the story line?!?!?!?!?!??!?!!! Okay, so I was thinking what if Harry and Quinn get really close but then Harry meets April and falls head over heels for her and then something happens so Harry realizes Quinn is the perfect one for him. I'm not sure.... but yeah! If you guys don't wanna do it, that's fine too ]]
[That could be a really dramatic twist!:) What do you think Oreo? Lol, can I call you Oreo?]
Quinn:
She felt the pressure of his hands before he suddenly slipped away from her. "It's okay," she smiled softly. She took a long sip of her latte. "So, uh, where do you live?" Quinn asked hesitantly.
"Bridgeport," I said. "My mom moved their, wanting to be an actress. She didn't get her big break, but she met my father at the audition. She said they fell instantly in love. So they decided to start a family. They had a small wedding, and moved into a pent house that my dad had bought. He was an important talent scout," I added, to explain why he had lots of money. "She said it was too big for her alone, so they decided to have children. I was the first. I have to admit, I had it pretty good until I was 13. I was treated well, not pampered, but I could get certain things that others couldn't. I became a big brother to my sisters Maggie, Jules, and Rosie at age 6. They were my favorites, I loved them all. I still do. I'm their protective older brother. It's always fun hanging out with them, especially Rosie." I smiled at the memories I had, before continuing. "I was a good student, never slipping below a B-. Then, on the girls birthday... he was driving home from a late audition and some freak show ran him off the road." I was gripped the sides of the chair tightly now, knuckles white. "His car flipped over and over down a cliff and he landed upside down. Some person who had seen the accident called 911. The guy that ran my dad off the road had just kept on driving... Anyway, ambulances came fast. They climbed down the steep cliff and found him just barely alive. They rushed him to the hospital and they called my mom. I remember her running out the door, leaving me and the girls alone at the dinner table. I could only assume what had happened, so I just tried to keep the girls occupied. We watched a movie and played some games, before they were off to bed. I waited for my mom to return home when she told me the news. I was shaken, I couldn't believe how easily someone could be ripped away from you. I learned they had no way of figuring out who the killer was, but I vowed then and there if I ever met him... I would make him pay." I took a few deep breaths before venturing on in a pained voice. "I started ditching school then, before dropping out. I died my hair. I was so distraught, I couldn't think straight. I did graffiti for a while," I admitted sadly. "That's when I began to connect with artwork. I stopped thought, don't worry. I helped my mom support our family. We were evicted from the pent house, but with the rest of my fathers money we bought a small studio. I took on as many as 3 jobs at once to help my mom. I remember nights where I would awake from night mares of what happened with my father. That's when I decided that my art could help. I would draw into the early hours of the morning, anything to keep my mind busy. Whenever I could, it was all I did. When I was 17, my mom remarried to some random guy. Me and Rosie despise him. Maggie and Jules don't really care. Eventually, it all became to much. I asked Rex for help to get me here and he helped. Payed for it all himself. And... now I'm here." He paused, still clutching the arm rests tightly. "Sorry, that was a lot more then you needed to know." He let out a strangled laughed and looked away, trying not to cry. He hadn't cried since his father's death. He wasn't about to start.
[Lol, this sounds cruel, but my first thought was TMI, Harry! aww, but hes so cute and i love him!]
Quinn:
I didn't know what to say. I'm sure hes been told 'sorry' a hundred times already. I can't tell him it's okay, because I know it's not. "Hey," I whisper, lifting my hand and caressing his cheek. "You don't need to be brave in front of me, you know that? It's okay to cry," I murmur. My eyes are shining and the corner of my mouth is turned down, sadness etched on my face. If he's not happy, nor am I.
I waited for the thoughts to attack me, but they were gone. Quinn... she'd eliminated all my doubts by saying ten words. You don't need to be brave in front of me. Our faces were so close together and I didn't want this moment to end. As I moved forward, I could hear the faint calling of my thoughts shouting WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? But I didn't know. And I didn't care. I was falling head first into those eyes and before I knew it, my lips were pressed against hers. It was small, short, and sweet. But it was perfect. I pulled away, happy, yet horrified. "I-I-I... Quinn, I'm... I didn't..." But I couldn't lie. I wasn't sorry. I had totally meant it. For the first time since my fathers death, I had someone to love.
[AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEE THIS IS SO DANG SWEETTTTT!!!]
Quinn:
I felt my lips press against Harry's for a second before it was over. Short. Simple. Sweet. I could see his mouth moving, but I wasn't listening. I (somewhat sloppily) grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him toward me, kissing him slowly, and deeply, all my conflicted love for him showing through. I mean, how stupid was I to love a guy I met, what, maybe 20 minutes ago? I mean, that's just asking to get heartbroken! But I couldn't stop myself, and I certainly couldn't stop my heart.
[What should their ship name be? Harinn? lol. Well, Harinn FOREVER!!]
Our mouths moved in sync and after what felt like forever, I broke away. I was staring at her face, and I noticed her eyes. Hazel and beautiful. Just like... my fathers? That was just weird. I let out a little chuckle, and grinned at her. "Guess we might've rushed things," I said sheepishly. I couldn't wipe this grin off my face. I was... giddy. For the first time in my life. And then, the second realization hit me. That had been my first kiss. "Guess I was saving it for the perfect girl," I murmured to myself.
I looked down at our entwined fingers, blushing furiously. "Saving what?" I asked curiously, hearing him mutter, knowing that he probably had not intended that I hear what he had said.
"My first kiss," I said, feeling slightly ashamed. She would think I was a loser, never kissing anyone. "I'm glad I found a perfect girl to share it with, though," I added, smiling mischievously.
I blushed brightly, looking more like I just finished doing AMRAPS in gym, rather than having just had my first kiss. "Its... that was my first kiss too," I admitted, embarrassed.
I immediately got quite. How to answer that question... "Well," I began, choosing my words carefully. "My mom died in a car crash when I was young. I was... sad, to say the least." More like depressed. "And.... my father never really cared for me. So I guess you could say I'm kind of an orphan," I shrugged, trying to act like it was no big deal.
I frowned and pulled her over to a couch so we could sit next to each other. I kept my fingers interlocked with hers. "Are you sure it's that simple?" I said worriedly. "I don't want to pick at any wounds or anything... but I can tell you're tormented underneath." I stared into her eyes, trying to give her support.
I could so easily give in. Feel something. Maybe it could help me heal. But... I can't. "Really, its not a big deal," I say, plastering a fake smile on my face. I snuggled into him, burying my face in his shirt so he couldn't see my face, and couldn't see how much of a lie it was.
The stubborn part of me wanted to step back, to insist she tell me. But then I realized how it had effected me... retelling my story. I didn't want her to feel that way. She would tell me when she was ready. "You're smile isn't that convincing," I teased as I held her close to me. I planted a small kiss on the top of her head and closed my eyes, content.
[Awkward silence.... I don't know how to respond....:)]
Quinn:
I was reluctant, but I knew that it was time to go see if my roommate had arrived yet. I'd always dreamed that I'd become best friend's with them, but I knew it would probably be the opposite. Reality is cruel like that. I pushed away from his comforting body. "Hey, I gotta go unpack and everything, but I'll catch up with you later?" I said, unable to hide the sadness in my voice that came from saying goodbye. Great. Now he'll think I'm a stage 5 clinger.
I grabbed her hand and took a pen out of my pocket. I scribble my number, email. and Skype name on her hand. "I'll see ya later," I murmured. I bent down and planted a small sweet kiss on her lips. I lingered there for a few seconds, before disconnecting and stepping back. I smiled stupidly at her before turning to head out of the coffee shop.
*Name (First and Last): Elena Stratt
*Gender: Female
*Age (18-22): 20
*Social Group (Nerd, Jock, Rebel, or just plain normal!): Jock
*Traits (can be from any Ep- at least 5): Athletic, Flirty, Friendly, Good sense of humor, Unlucky
*Appearance (picture or description):
*Likes: She likes to have fun and make friends. She loves being around people and talking.
*Dislikes: She doesn't like being alone. She hates bullies and people who are mean.
*Biography (You’re sims life so far. What they’ve been through. What has changed them, dramatic or small.): When she was younger her family loved her but when she became 16 she found out she was gay. Her mother despised gays and abused and beat her everyday. eventually she moved into her girlfriends house. She later found out that her girlfriend was cheating on her with a guy so again she moved out. She ended up living on the streets until her older brother found her and made her move in with him. She has a lot of emotional and physical scars.
Hometown (Where they lived before UNi, like Sunset Valley.): isla paradiso
Family (If any.):
Her Mom - Rachel [Hates her because she's Gay]
Her Dad - John
Her older brother - Max
Relationships/Crush (If any.): shes single
*Sexual Orientation (straight, gay/lesbian, bi, etc.): Lesbian
*Species (Anything from supernatural, plantsim, genie, or just human): Human
Sport(s): Basketball, Cheerleading
Other: Hi!!
*Name (First and Last): Elena Stratt
*Gender: Female
*Age (18-22): 20
*Social Group (Nerd, Jock, Rebel, or just plain normal!): Jock
*Traits (can be from any Ep- at least 5): Athletic, Flirty, Friendly, Good sense of humor, Unlucky
*Appearance (picture or description):
*Likes: She likes to have fun and make friends. She loves being around people and talking.
*Dislikes: She doesn't like being alone. She hates bullies and people who are mean.
*Biography (You’re sims life so far. What they’ve been through. What has changed them, dramatic or small.): When she was younger her family loved her but when she became 16 she found out she was gay. Her mother despised gays and abused and beat her everyday. eventually she moved into her girlfriends house. She later found out that her girlfriend was cheating on her with a guy so again she moved out. She ended up living on the streets until her older brother found her and made her move in with him. She has a lot of emotional and physical scars.
Hometown (Where they lived before UNi, like Sunset Valley.): isla paradiso
Family (If any.):
Her Mom - Rachel [Hates her because she's Gay]
Her Dad - John
Her older brother - Max
Relationships/Crush (If any.): shes single
*Sexual Orientation (straight, gay/lesbian, bi, etc.): Lesbian
*Species (Anything from supernatural, plantsim, genie, or just human): Human
Sport(s): Basketball, Cheerleading
Other: Hi!!
[Hi! Welcome to the rp! Sorry it took a while for me to respond, I didn't see this! Anyho, your approved! Your dorming with Serena Clarke!]
I grabbed her hand and took a pen out of my pocket. I scribble my number, email. and Skype name on her hand. "I'll see ya later," I murmured. I bent down and planted a small sweet kiss on her lips. I lingered there for a few seconds, before disconnecting and stepping back. I smiled stupidly at her before turning to head out of the coffee shop.
Quinn:
I smiled goofily, my heart fluttering, looking like a love struck dimwit. I continued to stare into space, daydreaming, until someone rudely shoved past me. Jerk. I collected myself before I exited the cafe. I wandered over to my dorm room, unlocking it with an old, scratched up key the color of faded gold.
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[April Blake is approved for roleplay ;D. April is rooming with Nivalis. Yay, welcome to the roleplay!
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Quinn:
I was surprised to say the least. Our hands fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle. I sat down on one of their big, worn leather chairs, my hand slipping out of his. I was surprised by the longing I felt, wishing my hand was still in his. The thought made my blush, and the bright pink color on my cheeks was a stark contrast against my pale skin.
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"You look really cute when you blush," I grinned. I immediately became horrified. Did I seriously JUST say that? I felt my cheeks heat up and I wished I could just sink through the chair and into the ground. I took a quick sip of my drink, trying to act normal, before I began choking like crazy. I set my drink down on the table and began coughing like mad. "So- rry-" I choked out. YA BLEW IT! I thought.
I love Harry's thoughts...
April
I gaze out of the cab. Wow, Twinbrook University. I've chosen to move into a dorm room. I can't really afford my own place, and a fraternity wouldn't be as fun.
A major in fine arts. It gives me the choice of the three careers I love: Art, Cooking or Dance. I missed my dance school but I'd come to the age where I needed to leave. To learn.
[Me too, its so adorable!]
Quinn:
I giggled, my blush turning darker. "So do you," I teased him good-naturedly. I placed a soft hand on his own, trying to reassure him. I also did it just for an excuse to touch him.
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I took long deep breaths and grinned. "Sorry 'bout that," I laughed. I noticed her hand on mine and gave it a little friendly squeeze before separating. That's when I realized how well our hands fit together and how much I loved having her hand in my.
[[OMG GUYS! JUST HAD A CRAZYYYY IDEA!
Quinn:
She felt the pressure of his hands before he suddenly slipped away from her. "It's okay," she smiled softly. She took a long sip of her latte. "So, uh, where do you live?" Quinn asked hesitantly.
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Harry
"Bridgeport," I said. "My mom moved their, wanting to be an actress. She didn't get her big break, but she met my father at the audition. She said they fell instantly in love. So they decided to start a family. They had a small wedding, and moved into a pent house that my dad had bought. He was an important talent scout," I added, to explain why he had lots of money. "She said it was too big for her alone, so they decided to have children. I was the first. I have to admit, I had it pretty good until I was 13. I was treated well, not pampered, but I could get certain things that others couldn't. I became a big brother to my sisters Maggie, Jules, and Rosie at age 6. They were my favorites, I loved them all. I still do. I'm their protective older brother. It's always fun hanging out with them, especially Rosie." I smiled at the memories I had, before continuing. "I was a good student, never slipping below a B-. Then, on the girls birthday... he was driving home from a late audition and some freak show ran him off the road." I was gripped the sides of the chair tightly now, knuckles white. "His car flipped over and over down a cliff and he landed upside down. Some person who had seen the accident called 911. The guy that ran my dad off the road had just kept on driving... Anyway, ambulances came fast. They climbed down the steep cliff and found him just barely alive. They rushed him to the hospital and they called my mom. I remember her running out the door, leaving me and the girls alone at the dinner table. I could only assume what had happened, so I just tried to keep the girls occupied. We watched a movie and played some games, before they were off to bed. I waited for my mom to return home when she told me the news. I was shaken, I couldn't believe how easily someone could be ripped away from you. I learned they had no way of figuring out who the killer was, but I vowed then and there if I ever met him... I would make him pay." I took a few deep breaths before venturing on in a pained voice. "I started ditching school then, before dropping out. I died my hair. I was so distraught, I couldn't think straight. I did graffiti for a while," I admitted sadly. "That's when I began to connect with artwork. I stopped thought, don't worry. I helped my mom support our family. We were evicted from the pent house, but with the rest of my fathers money we bought a small studio. I took on as many as 3 jobs at once to help my mom. I remember nights where I would awake from night mares of what happened with my father. That's when I decided that my art could help. I would draw into the early hours of the morning, anything to keep my mind busy. Whenever I could, it was all I did. When I was 17, my mom remarried to some random guy. Me and Rosie despise him. Maggie and Jules don't really care. Eventually, it all became to much. I asked Rex for help to get me here and he helped. Payed for it all himself. And... now I'm here." He paused, still clutching the arm rests tightly. "Sorry, that was a lot more then you needed to know." He let out a strangled laughed and looked away, trying not to cry. He hadn't cried since his father's death. He wasn't about to start.
Quinn:
I didn't know what to say. I'm sure hes been told 'sorry' a hundred times already. I can't tell him it's okay, because I know it's not. "Hey," I whisper, lifting my hand and caressing his cheek. "You don't need to be brave in front of me, you know that? It's okay to cry," I murmur. My eyes are shining and the corner of my mouth is turned down, sadness etched on my face. If he's not happy, nor am I.
[AWWWWWW, CUTEST COUPLE EVA!]
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I sure hope Quinn doesn't take this the wrong way... I'M SO CONFLICTED ON WHAT TO DO............ DARN IT, I'LL DO IT MY ORIGINAL WAY.
Harry
I waited for the thoughts to attack me, but they were gone. Quinn... she'd eliminated all my doubts by saying ten words. You don't need to be brave in front of me. Our faces were so close together and I didn't want this moment to end. As I moved forward, I could hear the faint calling of my thoughts shouting WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? But I didn't know. And I didn't care. I was falling head first into those eyes and before I knew it, my lips were pressed against hers. It was small, short, and sweet. But it was perfect. I pulled away, happy, yet horrified. "I-I-I... Quinn, I'm... I didn't..." But I couldn't lie. I wasn't sorry. I had totally meant it. For the first time since my fathers death, I had someone to love.
Quinn:
I felt my lips press against Harry's for a second before it was over. Short. Simple. Sweet. I could see his mouth moving, but I wasn't listening. I (somewhat sloppily) grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him toward me, kissing him slowly, and deeply, all my conflicted love for him showing through. I mean, how stupid was I to love a guy I met, what, maybe 20 minutes ago? I mean, that's just asking to get heartbroken! But I couldn't stop myself, and I certainly couldn't stop my heart.
[What should their ship name be? Harinn? lol. Well, Harinn FOREVER!!]
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Harry
Our mouths moved in sync and after what felt like forever, I broke away. I was staring at her face, and I noticed her eyes. Hazel and beautiful. Just like... my fathers? That was just weird. I let out a little chuckle, and grinned at her. "Guess we might've rushed things," I said sheepishly. I couldn't wipe this grin off my face. I was... giddy. For the first time in my life. And then, the second realization hit me. That had been my first kiss. "Guess I was saving it for the perfect girl," I murmured to myself.
I looked down at our entwined fingers, blushing furiously. "Saving what?" I asked curiously, hearing him mutter, knowing that he probably had not intended that I hear what he had said.
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"My first kiss," I said, feeling slightly ashamed. She would think I was a loser, never kissing anyone. "I'm glad I found a perfect girl to share it with, though," I added, smiling mischievously.
I blushed brightly, looking more like I just finished doing AMRAPS in gym, rather than having just had my first kiss. "Its... that was my first kiss too," I admitted, embarrassed.
[Ahhhhhh AMRAPS!]
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Max? You still there?
Harry
My face lit up. "Really?" I grinned happily. "So.. I guess you know all about me. May I have the honor of knowing you? We skipped that step."
I immediately got quite. How to answer that question... "Well," I began, choosing my words carefully. "My mom died in a car crash when I was young. I was... sad, to say the least." More like depressed. "And.... my father never really cared for me. So I guess you could say I'm kind of an orphan," I shrugged, trying to act like it was no big deal.
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I frowned and pulled her over to a couch so we could sit next to each other. I kept my fingers interlocked with hers. "Are you sure it's that simple?" I said worriedly. "I don't want to pick at any wounds or anything... but I can tell you're tormented underneath." I stared into her eyes, trying to give her support.
I could so easily give in. Feel something. Maybe it could help me heal. But... I can't. "Really, its not a big deal," I say, plastering a fake smile on my face. I snuggled into him, burying my face in his shirt so he couldn't see my face, and couldn't see how much of a lie it was.
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The stubborn part of me wanted to step back, to insist she tell me. But then I realized how it had effected me... retelling my story. I didn't want her to feel that way. She would tell me when she was ready. "You're smile isn't that convincing," I teased as I held her close to me. I planted a small kiss on the top of her head and closed my eyes, content.
Quinn:
I was reluctant, but I knew that it was time to go see if my roommate had arrived yet. I'd always dreamed that I'd become best friend's with them, but I knew it would probably be the opposite. Reality is cruel like that. I pushed away from his comforting body. "Hey, I gotta go unpack and everything, but I'll catch up with you later?" I said, unable to hide the sadness in my voice that came from saying goodbye. Great. Now he'll think I'm a stage 5 clinger.
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I grabbed her hand and took a pen out of my pocket. I scribble my number, email. and Skype name on her hand. "I'll see ya later," I murmured. I bent down and planted a small sweet kiss on her lips. I lingered there for a few seconds, before disconnecting and stepping back. I smiled stupidly at her before turning to head out of the coffee shop.
*Gender: Female
*Age (18-22): 20
*Social Group (Nerd, Jock, Rebel, or just plain normal!): Jock
*Traits (can be from any Ep- at least 5): Athletic, Flirty, Friendly, Good sense of humor, Unlucky
*Appearance (picture or description):
*Likes: She likes to have fun and make friends. She loves being around people and talking.
*Dislikes: She doesn't like being alone. She hates bullies and people who are mean.
*Biography (You’re sims life so far. What they’ve been through. What has changed them, dramatic or small.): When she was younger her family loved her but when she became 16 she found out she was gay. Her mother despised gays and abused and beat her everyday. eventually she moved into her girlfriends house. She later found out that her girlfriend was cheating on her with a guy so again she moved out. She ended up living on the streets until her older brother found her and made her move in with him. She has a lot of emotional and physical scars.
Hometown (Where they lived before UNi, like Sunset Valley.): isla paradiso
Family (If any.):
Her Mom - Rachel [Hates her because she's Gay]
Her Dad - John
Her older brother - Max
Relationships/Crush (If any.): shes single
*Sexual Orientation (straight, gay/lesbian, bi, etc.): Lesbian
*Species (Anything from supernatural, plantsim, genie, or just human): Human
Sport(s): Basketball, Cheerleading
Other: Hi!!
[Hi! Welcome to the rp! Sorry it took a while for me to respond, I didn't see this! Anyho, your approved! Your dorming with Serena Clarke!]
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Quinn:
I smiled goofily, my heart fluttering, looking like a love struck dimwit. I continued to stare into space, daydreaming, until someone rudely shoved past me. Jerk. I collected myself before I exited the cafe. I wandered over to my dorm room, unlocking it with an old, scratched up key the color of faded gold.
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