Down below, a new quote will be typed up every week for our lovely members and future applicants to get a little inspired.
And the quote is:
❝ Sleep heavily and know that I am here with you now. The past is gone, and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first and settles in as the gentle present. This now, this us? We can cope with that. We can do this together. You and I, drowsily, but comfortably. ❞
Aw, you’re far too sweet, but thank you so much! All these compliments still amaze us and we’re so surprised with the amount of positive feedback you all are giving us. So again, thank you so, so much! And since Lana Parrilla’s character will be the Alpha of the Corpus pack, we’re waiting until more of her subordinates are posted until she can. Just come back around in a week or so and her character should be posted by then.
Aw, thank you so much! You might be talking about Frostbite, since it’s the only RP I remember based off of the Shiver series as well. Nevertheless, the lore in the series were something the mods here simply loved and couldn’t but make a roleplay surrounding it. But yes, you are! Auditions for canon characters and original characters are now available.
Hmm, good suggestion! And yes, he’s actually born and raised in Moscow, Russia. We’ll definitely keep Alex in mind as we figure out Dimitri’s face claim.
“Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.”
† Basics ;
† Status ;
† Personality ;
+ Valiant, sincere, gregarious, flirtatious.
- Finicky, clingy, vulgar, impulsive.
† History ;
He leaned forward slowly, very slowly as if he was giving the man a glimpse of a chance to escape what was about to come, or perhaps to make sure his motive and the man’s were in harmony. He sighed in contentment, his arms tightening around the blonde’s waist as he captured the man’s lips with his. Somewhere in the endless spinning of eternity that one, tiny, fraction of a second where their lips met was entirely lost. The night was more than memorable. Dalton needed someone to remind him not jump too high into anything. To remind him that the crash landing would be painful. Because that night was not memorable. It was life-changing. And through most of the young man’s life, “life-changing” was anything but foreign to him. It was life-changing when his mother divorced his father only to marry a woman two weeks later. It was life-changing when his mother, after going to Thailand with her newly wedded wife, came back to her son with a surprise; an adopted daughter. It was life-changing when his mother committed suicide after two years of being happily married. And of course, it was life-changing when he had a dream of his mother pulling the trigger of the gun set against the temple of her head the night before his mother’s suicide.
Dalton nestled his chin on the man’s shoulder and sighed. Born and raised in Mercy Creek, Dalton had always had an eerie feeling at the tip of his toes that he was different. Not in terms of his sexual orientation or even his mother’s marriage. In fact, his childhood had been pretty normal. He watched the same generic television shows his classmates watched, hung out with his neighborhood friends, and had the same mind most seven year old children had at that time. But there were instances where a déjà vu moment turned into more than just a repetitive feeling. Visions and dreams of the possible future had been a curse and a blessing given to Dalton. That’s why he decided to take on an auction guest’s outlook on life. For them, every moment, every opportunity, every event is treated like their last, like life or death, like do or die. They’re all like rebellious teenagers, dreaming as if they’d live forever, living as if they might perish the very next minute. Especially for that moment when their desirable treasure comes on the stage. This treasure represents the best and worst of the guest’s entire night: the soaring expectations and the crippling rejections; the tender heart-skip of the first bet, the slight frown of the second bet, and the completely savage snarl after the third bet.
Failure. Sadness. Wrath. Disappointment. Oh, so much disappointment. These were all the feelings the loser naturally got, and who had to suck them all in? Dalton. Never once in his life had the man felt important, significant in the oh-so large universe. Empty and worthless, Dalton took every opportunity he got to feel something — anything. In high school, Dalton fell dangerously in love with any guy who would just notice him. A simple “Hi!” would send the poor soul head-over-heels. He hated himself for having a shallow-thinking mind and for being so sickly optimistic. But he couldn’t help himself. Dalton craved, and still craves, attention from men, the embrace, the warmth that comes with being in close contact with one. But apparently, everything around him seems to mock him in derision of failure. But Dalton has taken the role of the many men he has slept with. Cold, distant, and abrasive. But inside the polished shell he has created, exists the same old self-conscious man who desires nothing more than to be in peace with himself around others. His visions once lost have started to pace back into his mind, digging themselves in and creating a home deep inside his head. And with the sudden burst of energy created in Mercy Creek, Dalton feels he will finally receive the answers to questions he had kept hidden for many years.
† Connections ;
Sand box play mates, a “couple” in middle school, and best friends in high school, Dalton and Lynn a were once a sight to see. But underneath their smiles and playfully gestures, the relationship between the two was one no one could understand; not even Dalton himself. He had always been an open book with her. But Lynn’s book was different, foreign, unreadable.The thin pages of her book were filled to the brim with curved script. Sometimes her own pages seemed to fade in on themselves. But even though they were locked up tight, every page was fragile, as if infected. Regardless, sometimes it felt as though Dalton had cracked the code. Sometimes it felt as though Lynn was finally opening up; letting a little of her own pages show. But then, like a strike of lighting, she coiled in on herself. Her volume slammed shut. He loved her like a sister. Yet didn’t know her. She revealed everything, yet nothing at the same time. Spencer knew that forever he would fight to know her, and forever she would resist. But at the end, although their pages read differently, their feelings sung in tune.
His face claim is Jacob Artist and he is currently open.
We haven’t officially decided yet. We both have ideas and eyes on characters, but as of right now we’re unsure. We are trying to get the open bios out there to begin with! Was there any particular character you had your eye on?
I swear to God if Admin N was online with me I’m sure that we would both be hyperventilating together, but right now it’s just me! I can honestly say that I can’t stop smiling by this comment! We’re so happy that people love it as much as we do and I’m dying to read the applications you guys will be sending it!
As of right now we aren’t planning on it, but I wouldn’t say it isn’t a possibility. I love those characters just as much as the next fan, but before we begin to touch on Grace and Sam and Cole and the rest of the gang, we’re going to get our own people out there for us. Now, that’s not to say you can’t send in an OC! We’re accepting human ones and as I recall, Grace was human for a little while!
Aw, thanks, dear! That’s awesome! But remember to keep an eye out—there may be another character you’ll love even more!
Yes! We’re planning to put descriptions underneath each location before opening date comes around; for now, we just wanted to give you guys the basis of each place.