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  • Ah, college. The time to have fun and get your "education". Haha, yeah, that's what your parent's think.
     
    ❝ Welcome to college. We own you, now.
     
    See, you wanted to be on top. Wanted to be one of the Alpha Omega IV fraternity.
    You wanted in to the biggest parties and in what we call "the life".
    Okay. You can, but it's not going to be easy.
    Look, we aren't here to hurt you, we're here to have fun, like you.
    Your just gonna need some work. ❞
     
    - You have been waiting for this, right? You wanted to be along the glitz and glamor, to live it up with your college fame?
    Well, you have it now, your in Alpha Omega IV. Of course, what your unsuspecting heart doesn't know is all the secrets that lie here.
    What are the fraternity's real motives? And, are you in danger?
    Forbidden romances will rise and you will learn that behind all that fame comes deep, dark secrets.
     
    Welcome to College.










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  • I am the creator, look, what I say goes. There is no changing it. I'm the only one
    who shall be playing god in this thread. I ( with some help from some other people )
    have worked too d`mn hard on putting this role play together to have a bunch of nubs
    to overrun it. If you can't respect me, then you sure as hell can't say here.
    I've been in too many role plays to go easy on this. This is a ADVANCED LITERATE.
    Hence I repeat, ADVANCED. Proper spelling, punctuation, and grammar are probably
    things I will be scrutinizing. It can't be that hard to write your posts on
    word or in Firefox. Seriously, spell check is your friend. I want sentences.
    A paragraph at most, maybe more. If you can't meet this standard, this role play
    is NOT for you. For writer's block, I don't mind at least three, four or five sentences.
    Everyone has it, but please do not do it in every post or I will tell you otherwise.
    This rule seems to float around the role plays, but please since it is a PG-13 site
    lets keep it PG-13 in our role play. We'd really like to not get reported for two
    of our role players having sticky details in their posts. Please just use a time skip
    for that. Characters. Your characters should be interesting, but we shouldn’t have
    to tell you that now should we? When making them feel free to let loose. And please
    people it has to be realistic of course, but just don’t give me any Mary Sues or Gary Stus.
    Please. Profiles, keep the the code I created for you. Feel free to add symbols, but don't
    distort my beautiful coding. I spent time on it. If you have any questions, drop them in a
    private message and send them to me. Just have fun, I hate having to lecture.










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l i a r l i a r xthe CAREFREE foreigner

 

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l i a r l i a r xxx 〔karolis maya lescinskas〕l i a r s 〔male〕l i a r s 〔twenty one〕

 


  • Hm? Oh, not it isn't a surprise at all that you want to learn more about Karolis. He's quite the flirt, don't you think? Either that, or he's an exceptional master with words, trying to make you think that he is interested in you when really, all he wants is to use you for his own gain. Truthfully, it's a combination of both. Hormones suck, don't they? Though, since he is the son to a Lithuanian diplomat, he knows how to behave like the "prince" he is known as. Polite and courteous, his persona actually darkens the more you get to know him. A snake is perhaps the most accurate way to describe him: creeping along silently and peacefully before striking. The friendly and charming exterior Karolis normally displays really is all a trap to lure unsuspecting victims towards him. Honestly if you were to ask about Karolis, you would hear nothing but good things about him (either that, or people who find him incredibly stupid). Now why is he stupid? Because of all the flirting he does- not to mention sometimes his pick-up lines turn out fairly corny. This flirtatious nature, added in with his overtly optimistic nature plus an innocent sort of narcissism can be enough to drive some people insane. But because of this attitude, Karolis is one of the more friendly, outgoing guys at this college. If you need an ego booster, he's probably the one that you want to go to. All of his friends are flattered excessively, and treated as if they mean the world to him. Which actually, would probably be true if he wasn't a part. His friendly persona also makes him act a bit childish at times. Or at least, his curiosity and ego often leads to it. Whenever he's interested in something, he will often try to figure out as much about it as he can - which often leads to a multitude of people being dragged around as well. Though, whenever his wants are never met, he will often throw a small fit, one mostly containing whining and a pouty look.
     
    You could probably tell by his last name and first name, but Karolis is Lithuanian. Or partly, his father is the ambassador from Lithuania to America. As for his mother.. well, she's pretty much a touchy subject with him, so try to avoid the topic at all costs. Go ahead and say how great your mother is at cooking, he won't care. But back to the topic, his mother was an American, pretty much his father's secretary while in the United States. His father loved his mother very much, proposing to her on several occasions while she remained rather indifferent. Eventually, she gave up, accepted the proposal, and then Karolis was born nine months later. No, his parents hadn't even gotten married during that time, and he was purely an accident. Not too long after he was born, his mother abandoned him and his father, disappearing into thin air. His father did everything he could to try and find her, but it was no use, and thus his father was forced to raise him on his own. Of course, Karolis didn't find this out until he was ten years old. Up until that point, he had grown up to believe his mother had died during childbirth, the hope of finding her at that point small. By a chance encounter during a vacation, the two stumbled across his mother. Bewildered by his father's sudden happiness and the woman who refused to acknowledge that she knew him, the two started bickering about multiple things. From that he learned his mother hated his father and himself, and that she was practically playing the role of a gold digger. It disgusted him. Though, he was the one to finally get the two to stop arguing in public and separate them from each other. And that was the first and last time he ever met his mother. Because of his mother, Karolis developed an intense hatred towards her and any other female who was so shallow. It was at this point where his own thoughts started taking a turn for the worse, developing the darker part of his personality. Yet, he was a very intelligent boy, carefully observing things around him, and he knew that any sudden change in his actions wasn't going to be very good. So he decided to push it to the back of his mind and continue on with life like normal. Needless to say, he tried, felt like he was failing, and so created a more dense and optimistic personality to protect himself from revealing his true thoughts. It worked, and no one suspected a thing, in fact, it seemed like everyone around him thought that he was just extremely happy with his life. How foolish they were. Besides this, he lived a fairly normal life. Or as normal as you could get for being the son of an ambassador. Quite a lot of traveling between America and Lithuania was done - and while he was born in America, Karolis is fluent in Lithuanian despite being born in America (he even has a slight accent, due to being around his father most of the time).



 
l i a r l i a r xxthe OVERACHIEVING ginger

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l i a r l i a r x 〔Christiana Marie St.Claire )l i a r s( Female 〕 l i a r s〔18 ½ )


  • Christiana is one of those girls who has spent her entire life aiming for perfection. Her parents were rich and classy aristocrats who had very busy jobs and a very busy life. This meant that she was rised by a foreign nanny and shipped off to private schools, boarding schools and ritzy summer programs. She never had very much time for anything that was romotely fun or anything that she may have actally wanted to do. She was always under strict rules and regulations this meant that she was not allowed to act anything less than perfect.Her hair makeup and clothes always have to be in total perfection. Her going to many different private schools and such allowed her the opporitunity to study many different things such as languages skills etcetera. Now that she is in college, she is finally free to be on her own. Make her own descisions for once and possibly even have a little fun. Now she would finally be able to let loose.
     
    One thing about Christiana is though, is she has been through a very rough relationship. She had only had one boyfriend, and though a few friends told her they saw something dark in him and to get out while she could, she thought they were in love. He was extremely angry and tempermental and would snap on a dime. He'd often loose it completely and abuse her. One night it went too far- Christiana doesn't talk about that much. It was an experience she would gladly like to forget, she can't however because she has a light white scar by the outer corner of her right eye which she normally covers with her bangs. She also has many matching ones all along her body which she also does her best to cover up. Christiana is fairly normal besides her slightly hectic and crazy past, she tries to cover up any flaws in herself by acting perfect and always trying to only show her best side.




(I hope this works out [fingers crossed] and I also apologize for my craptastic form due to my severe writers block lately)

 
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l i a r l i a r xxx 〔Nathan Joseph Deya〕l i a r s 〔Male〕l i a r s 〔18〕

  • Nathan, wow what a boy. He was the most talked about person in high school, good or bad. He has his share of embarrassing rumors and truths which he tries to forget most of the time. Nathan is somewhat sympathetic to those who are in need and/or down on their luck, but he feels no one is there to console him with his problems. At times, he can be very ignorant and obnoxious to those around him, feeling no remorse for what he has done. Other times, he is empathetic and forgiving. Wanting to get close, so he can hear your darkest secrets, and spilling them whenever you are a thorn in his side. You tell him your truths, and he'll tell you his lies. He'll use you to get what he wants, and will not look back on it. He's too optimistic for his own good, thinking no harm can come his way because of who he is, or who he wants to be. Underneath the scheming, using and lying, there's a soft spoken boy who's battling a troubled addiction for the past few months. He needs this rage in order to connect with the world around him. Longing for someone, he seems to push them away for a chance to be a little more popular. To hang on to the one thing that he loves the most. Nathan is great at knowing what people want, and delivering it. In that sense, he can easily figure out what makes people tick that could easily give other students the impression that he's quite forward, although he isn't always the first time around. He knows how to coordinate, whether it comes to parties, school events, or even singing pieces of a song. Yet when it comes to that, it's hard for him to stick to the original plan his mind's always coming up with new ideas, so he's always rewriting a page over and over until he's content.




 
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  • xxx Glitter. What the hell was with all of the glitter? Needless to say, he wasn't very happy at the moment; glitter did not make him a happy person, he wasn't Kesha (he refused to think of her name with a dollar sign--it was absolutely astonishing the stupidity of replacing the letter "s" in one's name with a monetary sign, and even more astounding that there existed such a person who would actually do such a thing). The fact that the one person he knew best would use this much of the godforsaken stuff was a fact that he could not comprehend--the fact remained that despite being childhood friends, he and this chick couldn't be more different -- however, I digress. The fact remained that when he woke up that particular morning, he found himself in his own apartment, laying on his plush king-sized mattress among the wonderful dark blue and black covers and duvet -- now sprinkled with shiny dust. The night before had left him a little worse for the wear -- while he was not one who ever had hangovers, he was certainly one to be wild and abuse some substances, and the previous night had been no different. Lifting his head, his chocolate brown eyes roamed his place of dwelling, falling on a pair of lacy black undergarments that he was quite certain did not belong to him. If the glitter was any indication, he knew exactly whose it was. Letting out a low chuckle, Karolis shifted, stretching as he moved himself out of bed and to his bedside table, which was cluttered with several items, including a lighter (which he promptly picked up), and a few empty bottles of alcohol. Opening the top drawer, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, crushing the menthol in the filter before clamping it between his thin lips and lighting it with the black lighter in his hand.
     
    Karolis was well aware of the fact that smoking was somewhat frowned upon, particularly inside the dorms (to put it mildly). With that in mind, the young prince moved to the window, pushing it open. The cool air washed over his bare chest, waking his senses as he took another puff. It was, in all reality, the first day of a new life. He couldn't necessarily say he was excited, per se, but nevertheless, going to college meant new things. A smirk began to grow on his pale features as he finished off his cigarette to turn and walk to his dresser. Karolis was, if anything, a simple man; there was too much for him to be thinking about to worry about about the specifics of his outfits. He simply dressed in whatever he happened to have, of course, he always made an effort to look decently presentable, and today was no different, particularly because he believed first impressions were just as important as last impressions. That being said, he decided not to be too uptight in his wardrobe choice today though, that isn't to say he was always like that. Nevertheless, in the spirit of keeping things casual, the male pulled out a simple pair of black skinny jeans, white v-neck, zip-up red sweatshirt and his red and black high top nikes. Simple enough.
     
    It was an excellent way to start the day, he emptied out the nonsense out from his room, packed his bags and hurriedly scurried out the door. Shoving his phone, cigs, lighter and wallet into his pockets he climbed his skinny self into his black Escalade. Placing the key into the ignition, with one simple turn he grinned widely as it rumbled to life with the sound that was heaven to his ears, "Viso gero." he spoke, the accent edging in his words as he eyed his place one last time. Off to college life now, a different start, a different life. Oh joy.
     
    out of character: both are accepted, just keep in touch with the

ooc thread for updates.
 
l i a r l i a r xxthe SENSITIVE partier

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l i a r l i a r x 〔SCOTT WILLIAM ANDERSON〕l i a r s 〔MALE〕l i a r s 〔20〕


  • At your party (to use an old cliche), Scott will be the one in the middle of the crowd of people. He's the joker, no doubt about it, with a brilliant sense of humour and a sharp sense of sarcasm to boot. You might get the impression, if you're looking hard enough, that's he's simply showing off for the crowd. It's not true - that's just who Scott is when he's around people, where he gains a massive confidence boost and can keep on smiling throughout the whole night. Alone, though, he's a completely different person. The Scott you'll see away from the crowd is a caring, sensitive guy who'll support the people close to him when they need help. He's also a massive pushover - with the right words and tactics, Scott will (eventually) consent to almost anything. Anything could happen here swith enough persusasion. When alone, Scott's quite happy to starve off the loneliness and memories that comes with being stuck in a dull place by doodling in a small sketchpad, at least until something exciting happens (or work catches up with him.) School wise, Scott's a hard worker, but he doesn't show it off too much in class, preferring to take time out to catch up by himself elsewhere. Doesn't stop him from chucking it all away whenever something related to hanging out with other people arises.
     
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    Scott's wardrobe pretty much consists of t-shirts and jeans. Half of them don't even get worn, but unlike some people he's completely fine with chucking them out or giving them away once he realises. The one thing he always wears and will never, ever get rid of - even when it's way too small - is his leather motorcycling jacket. Well, it's not technically his - it was his mother's before she died, so he always wears it in remembrance of her. The fact that he has a motorcycle helps too. Scott sports the stereotypical blue eyes, blonde hair combo too, blonde hair that he runs runs his hand through whenever he's nervous or embarassed - it's a habit, what can he do? Scott's not one for wearing accessories, though he sometimes wears a black leather wristband if he's wear something with very short sleeves, or it's sadly too hot for him to wear the jacket that was his mother's.
     
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    Scott's history. Oh lord, no wonder he doesn't talk about it much. Despite his small need for people around him, Scott, as the oldest child, coped pretty well after having his mother die in a motorcycling accident. His father raised him, his sister Jodie and his brother Michael pretty well for a town like Middlesbrough and the Anderson's had a pretty good life with the money coming in from his dad's programming. Scott was studying primarily Media at school and Michael was excelling in sport. The boys in the family were doing well. The only problem was Jodie. Over the years her condition slowly deteriorated until her dad was forced to pull her out of school after attacking someone with scissors. Several times. Scott wasn't too worried about himself - after all, he was great around people - but he did make a point of keeping twelve year old Michael away from Jodie. Apart from that one time when he was upstairs, completely engrossed in his Media assignment, and his dad went downstairs to find Jodie sitting next to Michael's dead body. Even now, the conversation still comes back to haunt Scott now.
     
    "What... why did you do it Jodie?"
    "They said he didn't like me."
    "W-who?!"
    "The voices. They like you, Scott. But they didn't like Michael."
     
    A couple of years later, when Scott turned 20, he figured it was time to move on. After all, one of his best friends was now dead, killed by his own sister, said sister was in a secure asylum somewhere, and his father hardly ever left the house anymore. Scott picked up and moved to the US of A, and somehow, he ended up enrolling in college. What the hell. Might as well take a crack at it. It might even distract him from thinking too much, which is also what the partying aims to achieve.
     
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Apologies if I've messed up. I know hardly anything about 'american college' x_X Feel free to tell me I need to edit.

 
l i a r l i a r xxthe CHEERFUL russian guy

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l i a r l i a r x 〔BRONISLOVAS VYACHESLAVOVICH ROZHESTVENSKY〕l i a r s 〔MALE〕l i a r s 〔19〕


  • Slova has...shall we say, a philosophy. He believes that, in order to get through your complete waste of a life without becoming depressed or just freaking nuts, it's best to not take anything seriously. It's not exactly the cleverest or most well though out philosophy a mind has ever conjured up, but it seems to work fine for him, because this totally-not-Lithuanian isn't exactly nuts and he's certainly not depressed. In fact, he's probably one of the most cheerful people you'll ever meet. Possibly a little too cheerful, as you'll soon realise if you're one of the unfortunate people who have to spend more than ten minutes in his presence. See, Slova doesn't just avoid taking anything too seriously, but he seems to find everything Goddxmn hilarious, even what's completely unfunny or just plain depressing to everybody else. So...well, if you need to laugh off an otherwise dark and gloomy situation then Slova's your man. If you're desperately in need for emergency services and Slova's the only one around with a phone on him then you're out of luck, because chances are that he'll just laugh as you fail to breath or writhe in agony.
     
    Growing up, Slova's life...wasn't really that bad, not compared to some people's. He was born in Kaunas, Lithuania, to Vyacheslav Rozhestvensky and Rasa Rozhestvenskaya, a rather poor but relatively happy couple, even though the wife was a bossy cow and the husband was an absolute pushover due to his strict upbringing. Four years later Slova's sister, Viktorija, arrived. She was a bit sickly which put a lot of strain on the family's finances, but they still saw her as a little bundle of joy, especially Slova himself who often had to keep an eye on her while his parents were busy doing whatever the hell they were doing.
     
    It was obvious from an early age that both the children preferred their father to their mother. This is mostly because he actually knew how to handle kids and would actually try to soothe them when they went into full-fledged bawling mode, unlike Rasa who would just scream at them to shut the hell up. This is why, when Rasa packed her bags and left, following a family dispute over Slova's behaviour at school (he was a little...rowdy at that age, to say the least) that turned violent, when Slova was nine and Viktorija was five, neither of them really gave a dxmn. Vyacheslav, however, did. He began to drink heavily and would often go out to the pub late at night, leaving the kids to fend for themselves. It wasn't unusual for him to disappear for several days at a time, yet the child protection services didn't seem to suspect anything. Finally, when Slova was sixteen and about to go into college, Vyacheslav finally kicked the bucket. He suffered the same fate as most of the deceased Rozhestvenskys; liver failure.
     
    Slova was old enough to live by himself at this age, but he couldn't hold down a stable job, meaning that he didn't have money to pay the rent, so eventually the landlord kicked him and Viktorija out. With no other place to go, Slova decided that it would be best to use the little money that the two had on them to take the train to Saint Petersburg, where they would live with their rather wealthy grandfather for a while until Slova got his act together. It seemed like the perfect idea. When the family was still together, Vyacheslav had tried to teach his children to speak Russian along with Lithuanian and English. Slova had managed to pick the language up quite quickly and developed an interest in Russian history and culture despite what they did to his own country. Viktorija, however, didn't have so much luck. She preferred Polish, so she thought that going to Russia was a terrible idea.
     
    ...Okay, I have to finish this quickly because I'm rambling too much. So, they went anyway, since Slova's the oldest and that makes him boss. They lived with their old stick of a grandfather for a few years until Slova managed to get a job stable and well-paid enough for them to rent their own little flat, but after just a few months there Slova done the stupidest thing somebody in Russia could possibly do; he got onto the Mafiya's bad side. He doubted that anything terrible was going to happen, but Viktorija had always been quite paranoid, so after a heck of a lot of nagging she finally pressured him into break into their grandfather's house while the grumpy pensioner was out doing Godknowswhat to borrow some money (without permission and with no intention of giving it back) so the two could get as far away as possible. She had decided that America was the best option and assumed that the living costs would be too high for Slova's savings to cover.
     
    They got to America safely and settled in yet another flat in yet another flat. Both have heard of the American dream and Viktorija especially is desperate to fulfil it, which is why she convinced Slova to use the money he had left obtain a fake green card from some skilled forgers who were, ironically, involved in the Mafia (he didn't meet the requirements to get a real one. Besides, there was no dxmn way that he was becoming legally American!). With this he was able to get a part-time job to pay the rent as well as other necessities, and Viktorija also talked him into enrolling himself in college to do a computing course. It would be useful, she had told him, because if he had at least one skill and the certificates to show for it then that, as well as being fluent in three languages, would mean that he could get a better job.
     
    Slova has maintained his love for Russia and, if anybody asks where he's from or what the hell that accent's supposed to be, he insists that he's Russian. Most people believe him because...well, they can't tell the difference between a Russian and an Eastern European, really.
     
    Anyway. As far as looks go, Slova's...kind of boring looking, to be honest. Sort of like that perfectly average guy who you wouldn't mind taking home to meet your mother. He has light brown hair which comes down to the back of his neck and rather cold, blue eyes which don't ever seem to show much emotion, whether he's laughing or having one of his very, very occasional rage fits. His clothing style is the incredibly classy I-don't-give-a-crap get-up all year round, which means jeans, t-shirts and a tacky-looking second-hand jacket. He's quite tall, standing at about 6'0'', though that's actually a bit short compared to the rest of his family, and his weight's about average; not too fat, not too thin and not at all muscular.


 

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