forum The skeletons in my closet are out to get me, and you keep getting me to let my guard down. // Romance! // OxO // OPEN

Started July 09, 2019 by @croccin-champagne

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Kayla Heartford. Dianne Feige. Maria Gonzalez. Just a few of the names that Allisandra Voxx has gone by, a few of the people she’s been. It’s taken twenty different identities, not counting the throwaway names, for her to outrun her past and stay alive this long.

Daniella Novus. That’s the name Allisandra is using now, the girl she’s turned herself into. Just before turning eighteen, she finds herself in the small-ish town of Greenflower, Louisiana. She’s low on cash and saving what she has, so she decides to stick around and maybe get a job, or at least steal the money she needs. Things are going smoothly, or as smooth as they can, until she’s picked up by the town’s truancy officer picks her up. Her small lie about being on her way to enroll at the high school goes awry when she insists on accompanying ‘Daniella’, resulting in an unplanned actual enrollment at Leveau High School.

She’s entirely wrapped up in this lie now, but doesn’t have any option other than to coast along until she’s got the money to leave town and get a new identity. Another wrench is thrown into her plans when she’s roped into becoming the understudy of the female lead in Leveau’s school musical, due to her matching the lead’s height and body-type closely.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, the male lead has taken an interest in her, and discovering her secrets. The school’s star football player and resident heartthrob, he’s decided that Daniella is a puzzle that needs figuring out, and that he’s going to do just that.

Daniella's past isn't going to give up on getting a hold of her that easy, though, and she's not sure she'll be able to protect the people slowly worming their way into the heart she thought she'd closed off for good. Soon, she'll have to decide, between the life that she's made as Daniella, or the life on the run that had kept her alive for so long.

1. Your character isn't perfect, and can be hurt. Please, let them be hurt, let them have flaws. That's what makes a good character.

2. Proper grammar, punctuation, and capitalization, please. I can get making a few mistakes, when you're tired, or English ain't your first language(It's mine, and even I have my issues), but if it's too common a thing, it irks the hell outta me. Call me a bitch, but hey.

3. Slurs, homophobia, transphobia, rascism, sexism, anything that ends in -ism and that harms or promotes the harm of other people would preferably be avoided. There are certain allowances that can be made, especially when concerning a character's backstory and things like that, but it has to be cleared with me.

4. Detailed-ish responses, please. Think three or more sentences. To keep it going.

5. Please, be on fairly often. Vacations, school, and jobs are all things I can get, but I'd like for this to have a regular pace!

6. andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules always apply.

7. This is rated M, because I am, in fact, looking for someone chill w/ possible smexy stuff and the dark themes/ occasional violent moment.

8. I have the full right to add and edit this list. I also have the right to boot you if you're causing too many problems.

Heyyy. Quick couple things I'm looking for in a character! It would be appreciated, just for the sake of our characters clashing quite a bit, if your character was somewhat of an asshole. A dark-ish backstory, as long as it isn't too similar to Danny's, is absolutely welcome as well. That's about all I can think of, but if you have questions, let me know!

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Name: Allisandra Voxx(real name). Daniella “Dan/Danny” Novus(the fake name she’s using now)
Age: 17, thirteen days from turning 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
OG: With her mother’s deeply tanned skin and almond eyes, she’s been called ‘exotic looking’ on multiple occasions. That is, unfortunately for her, where the similarities to her mother end, minus her height, at 5’4. Short runs on that side of the family.(Only physically. She does have a few other things in common, but they’re more personality or habit-oriented.)
And where those similarities end, new ones begin. Dark red hair, that often reminds one of blood when caught in the right light, is a trait inherited from her father. Her eyes are, too, a cold steel grey and icy blue mixed together, eyes exactly like his. There are smaller signs of him she carries, too, like her slender fingers, likened to those of a pianist, or the shape of her nose(despite it having been broken so many times it’s crooked).
This is where her appearance begins to deviate from her parents’. All the scars littering her body are her own. From the lines on her neck from knives, to the cigarette burns along her arms and legs and shoulders, to the brand on her right shoulder blade, and everything in between. Natural curves had started to show, but her lack of food withered them away.

Disguised: She’s gone through so many disguises it’s hard to keep track(though she does. Of course she does), but we’ll stick to her current one. To Daniella. Her hair is bleached blonde now, with darker roots showing. It’s hard to keep up, but with her life at stake, she does. It makes her blend in, the dye that looks like she decided to bleach her hair but didn’t get it all the way. She wears colored contacts, too, a dull brown that doesn’t draw attention. Keeps her hair cut to about the bottom of her shoulder blades.
Her scars are all still there, but she covers what she can with makeup, and what she can’t, with clothing.
Usual clothing: Whatever blends in. Is partial to darker colors and long sleeved shirts, to hide her scars. Usually sticks to zip-up hoodies when she needs a jacket, and a beat up pair of converse function as her footwear. Perfect for running from her problems, too.
Personality: A natural instigator at heart, she’s great at picking fights While she can win them, she prefers running from them. “Daniella” is a bit quieter than Allisandra is naturally, though her instigator’s tendencies show themselves more than they should. Jaded and mysterious, and doesn’t trust easy or at all. Avoids skin-to-skin contact best she can, and any other kind of contact, though on a lesser scale. Pop culture? Never heard of her. This poor kid never gets any damn sleep, a combination of nightmares and self-imposed insomnia. Has a violent streak that she tries so hard to keep under-wraps, inherited from her father. It shows most when the people she cares about are threatened.
Favorite Food/Drink: She has. Absolutely no clue. She really doesn’t believe she deserves to have favorites or enjoy things like this. If she had to choose? Probably fresh fruit for a food, and no drink.
Skills: She hates it, but she’s incredibly skilled with knives. Additionally, she knows the perfect pressure points and just how to press on them, to make someone fall asleep. Good at acting and pretending, as a result of spending so much time as anyone but herself. Has a hella good singing voice, which she’s used to make quick cash when she desperately needed to, but she avoids singing best she can. It makes her think of her mother and twin. Good at lying on the spot, and manipulation.
Fears: Her father or his people finding her. Handcuffs and things like them. Small spaces, men around her father’s age, knives and sharp implements, heights. Innocent people getting hurt because of her past, and people getting caught up in it.
Background: Born to one of the most violent and notorious gang leaders in the criminal underworld of New York, she didn’t exactly grow up in the best of circumstances. Her father is known as the Sandman, which stems from his calling card/method of murder, that his people use as well. She faced severe physical and mental abuse for all of her childhood, and that only grew and expanded as she got older. When she was thirteen, her mother sacrificed her own life to get Allisandra and her twin brother away from their father. They ran, travelling continents and countries and oceans, trying to stay ahead of their father’s people. When Allisandra and her brother were sixteen, they were finally caught, and she watched her brother die in order to give her a chance to escape. She blames herself for his death, and considered just giving up multiple times, though her brother’s last words keep her going.
Other: Can’t stand the word ‘please’, or the phrase ‘I’m sorry.’

SLAMS THROUGH DOOR CAN I JOIN??
Btw i lov your character there uwu

First of all-thank you, I love her so much and want to give her a hug, if she was okay with it.

Second of all! You're welcome to join!

ahhhhaksnanw thank you !! She sounds like a handful XD

And uhh,,, , do you want me to put a template up for my character too or do you wanna go in without one?

If you'd be willing to put up a temp, it would be appreciated, to give me a sort of reference

Alrighty well umm you're gonna have to give me a sec tho cause im abouta eat dinner, but I'll have it up by midnight…is that alright with you?

That's totally cool with me, yeah. I'll probably be offline around then, if we're the same timezone, but I'll be back on in the morning to check him out and post a temp

Alrighty, sounds pretty chill my dude, I'll cya tomorrowz then !!

(Alright, I got my character done now and uhh,,, ,, here he is !)

Name: Jenestder Glynn
Age: 18
Gender: male
Appearance: Jen is 5'8" with sun kissed skin from working outside under the harsh sun. Jen's got straight fluffy short hair that looks constantly ruffled up and it's not because he does anything to it, it's just that way naturally. Some parts of his hair look darker while other parts look lighter. He's got rich amber eyes, the outside of the iris a black color mixing with the amber color, near the center to the pupil it's more of a rusted orange color.
Usual clothing: His usual outfit is loose jogger cargo pants held by a black belt with a casual black t-shirt. For shoes, he'll go for black retro combat boots since he goes straight to work after school, it's more comfortable for him this way. He also has black fingerless gloves made of fabric so his hands won't get burned from the heavy metal he has to lift sometimes, especially on hot days.
Personality: Everything that's happened to Jen so far has heavily shaped and impacted Jen's personality. He's often very moody, not liking when people touch him without his permission. And although he is very popular in school, for his free spirited attitude, he can also be kind of a jerk- cocky even. Jen knows his boundaries and won't let anyone pass it, almost to the point of being a closed off person who wants to drown his memories and past. If you ask about his history he'll most likely give you a shrug and say "does it matter?". Jen does in fact have depression from his past experiences, he went as far as to a dark place where he wanted to end his life, and to deal with this he took drugs that would often make him feel high (happy pills or also known as a group of antidepressants called SSRIs), but still being strong enough to be within a reasonable thinking mind. Jen does cry often, sometimes getting ptsd flashbacks of the massacred people on the ground he had to decapitate. Jen heavily regrets everything he did with a passion and it's enough to give him nightmares when he sleeps. Other then this he seems pretty chill and nonchalant most of the time, though melancholy gets the best of him. Jen is friendly and open to people he thinks are mature, but often being an asshole to people who he dislikes and thinks are useless.
Favorite Food/Drink: He likes cold horchata with hot pupusas, just like his mother used to make
Skills: Jen is a mastermind when it comes to plans and tricks on how to throw people off his track, has good fighting skills and techniques as he has been trained since he was a preteen, Jen's good at building things and fixing things. He can build a bomb out of scratch if he has the necessary materials, so basically he can turn something harmless into a weapon.
Fears: Getting deported back to El Salvador where he was born at, being helpless, getting thrown dirty looks, insults and even getting beat up because of who he is, a hispanic.
Background: Jen was born to a poor family in El Salvador, at the time the conditions were rocky with the government. The president took almost all of the country's money and spent it for himself, leaving the country in misery and to fend for its self. Jen's parents struggled to feed Jen and his siblings, even themselves. Around this time there was a war going on with the so called government and a guerrilla group which opposed the president, demanding to be given more resources and money so that the people could live and not die of the poor starving condition. The guerilla would go around recruiting kids and teenagers to fight in the cause, but their way of fighting back was unethical. They revolted and killed their own people in protests. Jen was recruited at the age of nine, that also being the age when he first started killing people of his own race. He was taught many things as a kid, like how to fight, how to handle a gun, and clever war schemes. He learned to build things from what little they had and how to fix broken things that could be salvageable. In this particular time when war broke out where Jen and his family lived, some of the soldiers of the government would take advantage of the situation and confusion, abducting small kids. Some would raise them as their own kids while others would be sold to lucrative illegal adoption networks, some weren't even as lucky as this- getting raped or even killed. Seeing this, Jen's family decided to move to a better place, somewhere they would have a better life. America. They took the risk of fleeing to the united states, taking Jen with them, although the guerrilla did not permit for members to leave the organization. It would have meant torture as a punishment or even death if they would have stayed in El Salvador after that. Jen's family ended up successfully making a home of their own in America and working hard to eat. Although the situation was tough, it was better than being back at Jen's home country. But the relief and happiness didn't last long. Police officers caught Jen's parents and brothers and deported them back to El Salvador. Jen wasn't with his family at the time, having to run an errand at the grocery store for his parents. When he came back to the empty and messy house- like someone had struggled to get away from something- he panicked. Not knowing what happened to his family, he left and lived on the streets for some time, starving some days and getting beat up others. People would look at him with disdain as they passed the dirty hispanic begging for food on the street. Almost a year passed like this and it wasn't until he hit fourteen years old that he was rescued from the streets by a guy named Vincent, he was thirty five at the time. He was a guy that smoked, someone who had been a solider fighting for his country for many years, and someone who could also give zero shits about anything, it was written all over his face. He took pity on the kid and took him in, raising him as best as he could. Not only did this help Jen live, but it changed Vince as well, helping him finding something to live for and care for- and a missing emotion he wasn't sure he had- sympathy. Jen lived comfortable and protected all the way through middle and high school, but still not knowing what became of his family. Jen started working as a mechanic with cars and motorcycles, also repairing other machinery. Even in his off time he has a hobby of building small but complicated contraptions, sometimes taking them to school half finished so he can work on them there as an excuse for neglecting the work he has to do handed out by the teachers.
Other: one thing that he's embarrassed about is the fact that he has to wear clips in his hair (like a little kid) to keep it from falling in front of his face while he's working-
also just a little side comment, a song that would represent Jen perfectly is "wrong" and "love; not wrong (brave)" by Eden

He is absolutely amazing and I love him so much. The starter might take a bit but I'll try and have it up as soon as I can

Black and yellow. Greenflower Hornets. Daniella's thoughts were a confusing whirlwind inside her head, but these two had stood out through most of the day, up until now. Lunch. A cafeteria crowded with students awaited her, just through the doors she was finding herself hesitant to open. You're going to have to at some point. They won't open themselves. It was so easy for that part of her to be rational, so why couldn't the rest of her follow? These kids knew nothing about her, the most anyone did know was the name she had given. And Daniella Novus wouldn't hesitate to walk into a cafeteria.

With that little bit of motivation, she pushed one of the doors open, habitually surveying the room. It was just like every other high school she'd seen or been to, and she wasn't sure if that was comforting or not. Students milled about, inbetween and at the various tables scattered through out the room, talking easily and happily with their friends. An entirely different world than the one she was living in.

As she carefully picked through the crowds of students, holding back a wince at the unnecessary volume in the room, her thoughts turned to the day's events. It seemed her having to enroll wasn't enough for whatever deity was playing with her, but she also needed to stand out some. A school musical. Is someone up there trying to fuck with me? It would seem so. At least she'd managed to get nothing more than the role of understudy, and thank god for that. As long as the actress above her stayed fine, Daniella wouldn't have to worry. There would be no spotlight for her, and that was good. That kept her alive.

(Ahaha thanks dude, he's the main character for my story)
Jen was rather annoyed today, he hadn't got shit of sleep because some guy wanted his car fixed asap, the guy had even gone as far enough to threaten him and that made him even more pissed off. His friends were being clingy today too which gave him a headache. Once he saw an opportunity to escape them, he did. He sat in the library messing around with an old cassette player he found, trying to bring it back to life. He gave up after a few minutes when the bell rang for lunch though.
As he walked to the cafeteria he bumped into a girl who was staring at the rest of the room. what the hell is she just standing there for? he questioned. "Don't just stand there, people are trying to get through." He shook his head as he walked past her to the line to get a meal, though he wasn't a fan of the food.

Daniella blinked as someone bumped into her, her arms immediately twitching with the urge to shield her face. Instead, she tucked them into the pockets of the blue zip-up hoodie she was wearing. "Right." It wasn't an apology, which would have been the expected way to go, and her lack of a southern accent stood out. She hadn't been planning to stay in Louisiana long enough to need one, so she was stuck with the slight Hispanic accent she'd picked up in California, the last place she had stayed for any length. Casting another calculating look around the cafeteria, she sort-of followed the boy's lead, getting in line.

Jen looked tiredly at the same food he had eaten a thousand times and sighed, but he had to eat, he couldn't just run on an empty stomach since he had work after school and wouldn't eat until later. Jen grabbed the pizza and come broccoli, then a juice carton and some hot sauce. He walked to the cafeteria lady paid for his meal.
Jen walked to an empty table, sitting and just staring at his food. Nowadays he didn't feel like eating anything. Jen forced himself to dip the pizza in some hot sauce and eat it, not two minutes later some of his friends came by to sit with him, starting up some conversations.

Daniella couldn't help the confusion that flickered onto her face at the sight of all the various food options. The last time she'd seen that much food in one place, she had been walking past a buffet. Never turn down free food. Had been ingrained into her head for so long, that it somewhat overrided her anxiety at eating in a room full of other people.

She stuck a few items on the tray she had grabbed, adding a peculiarly sized carton of milk, before deciding that was a decent amount of food, that wouldn't raise suspicion. With the tray in her hands, she carefully picked her way through the crowds, trying not to bump into anyone, before finding a table with one other occupant, who was asleep. Daniella set the try down, hesitantly poking at a piece of cauliflower with her fork, before eating it.

She felt the presence of someone next to her before she saw them, and then a tall boy with carefully styled blonde hair plopped down into the chair next to her, pulling it a bit too close for comfort as his eyes flicked back to his table of friends watching. "I ain't seen you around before, you new?" It was a slightly stupid question to ask, considering he had essentially answered it himself.

Jen's eyes followed his friend who sat by the girl who had been standing by the cafeteria door earlier. He seemed uninterested as he went back to eating his food. His friends laughed and talked to almost an unholy level of sound, being the loudest table in the cafeteria, but Jen was having none of that. He grew annoyed as they teased the girl, his headache was also increasing by ten fold. "Guys…come on, y'all heard the announcement. We have a new student in school and that's obviously her." Jen stood up, grabbing his tray of unfinished food.
"Hey Jen! Where are you going? We're about to head out to get something to eat since the cafeteria food is yucky" the female laughed and the others agreed. "We might even, oh i dont know? Stay for longer? Skip class?" She offered. If Jen hadn't been in such a bad mood he would of accepted like he always did, but today wasn't his day. Jen shook his head. "Sorry, im already failing history class, I don't need to be failing English too" he said as an excuse even though he really was failing history.

Daniella's short answer of 'yeah, I am' had apparently been some sort of invitation, as the boy had introduced himself with way too much enthusiasm and begun talking her ear off about the school. While the easy in for gathering information about the school was nice, this guy, Mikey, he'd called himself, was loud and talkative and apparently knew very little about personal space. Daniella was fairly certain he'd even moved closer while talking to her, and she could feel the little spark of anxious unease in her gut beginning to grow slowly. She stayed quiet though, knowing her best bet was to just act friendly enough and hope he'd move on soon, without drawing his friends over or something.

Jen started talking more to his friends. Him denying to go with them and them trying to convince him to tag along. Finally he shook his head. "No sorry, I already told you, I can't." Jen looked over at the poor uncomfortable girl sitting by the guy which had no control over himself when it came to cute girls. Jen sighed and walked over. "Hey, you" he said a bit rudely, though he was talking to the girl. "Do you want to come with me to a quieter place?" He gave the other male a glance, trying to not start a fight. "We can go to the library if you want" he offered. "The cafeteria can be a bit intimidating for new comers like yourself" he said a bit tiredly, like he really didn't want to be there.

Daniella glanced up from the piece cauliflower she'd been pushing around her tray, surprise flashing briefly in her eyes. With one last glance at Mikey, she nodded, standing and grabbing her tray to dump it. "I've been meaning to find the library." She said simply, a 'thank you' in the best way she could manage. Quickly dumping her tray and setting it on a stack of other trays, she tucked her hands into her pockets, looking to the boy who'd offered her an escape to lead the way. Maybe this wouldn't be as horrible as she'd expected.

Jen eyes flickered over to the girl briefly, a nod. Then he lead the way. They had to take a flight of stairs to get to the second floor where the library was at. As soon as they walked into the library, the librarian eyed the girl. Curious as to why Jen would bring someone up with him when he never did. "Back so soon?" She asked. Jen only nodded. "I need to finish up a project I'm working on" he said plainly. He lead the girl to a table somewhere in the back hidden by bookshelves. There was a window to the their right, displaying the cars parked below, roads and trees. It was a nice scenery but Jen paid no mind to it, having seen it a thousand times already. Jen sat down, expecting for the girl to follow suit. He took out the cassette he had been working on from is bookbag. "So where are you from?" Jen asked, not looking up from what he was doing which was a bit of wiring in the small device, he was trying to make small talk, though he wasn't particularly fond of it.

Daniella didn't answer until she had sat down, her gaze sweeping around the library before landing on the window and staying there. Where are you from. That question barely had an answer any more. She'd been all over the country, the continent, the world in general. Where is Daniella from. That simplified it, somewhat. Enough to give an answer. "California." She said, playing with the matchbook in her pocket.

Jen looked up from what he was doing. "California? Interesting." He said, but in a way making it seem like he knew something about her, like he wasn't complete convinced in her answer, but it was just his way of talking. He always seemed skeptical about everyone, people didn't really interest him. "Well, that's nice." He said at last. "Did you move here recently with your parents? Must have been hard" he stared right at her with his sharp defiant looking eyes. Jen didn't usually grill new comers, in fact, he tended to stay away from them but Jen knew enough about people to know when they were hiding something. He had been studying her from the moment his eyes laid upon her figure, just like he would when studying an enemy. Jen finally broke eye contact and looked away, he seemed to be thinking.

"The move? Not really." Daniella said, gripping the matchbook a bit tighter for a moment, before releasing it. She didn't like that look, at all. Looks like that caused trouble, and that was the last thing she needed, trouble on top of trouble. "I'm used to the moving. My parent's jobs take them from place to place randomly." Just enough information to answer, but not enough to seem like oversharing because of a lie. Lying was a skill she'd taken care to perfect, after all. Some boy at a high school out in slightly-rural Louisiana wasn't about to crack that with a few average questions.

Jen smiled, but it didn't look friendly, it was as if he'd caught on to something- figured something out. "That seems about right" he said. His answer was off, it didn't hit like the rest. Then in an instant his gears switched completely. He laughed, it seemed warm and friendly now. "I'm messing around with you, no need to be so tense" he said looking at her matchbook before going back to work on his cassette again. "My name's Jen by the way, and I take that you're Daniella?" He said grabbing a small screwdriver from his pocket and screwing the whole thing back together. He would have to test it out this afternoon when he got home to see if it worked. He looked back up at Daniella. "Well, lunch will end in a few minutes, if you need help with anything i can show you the way your class if you're uncertain." Jen seemed nice enough but that wasn't true at all. He was just hiding the fact that he didn't like her. People who have something to hid can't ever be trusted. And so he was going to find out what her little secret was.

Daniella wasn't fooled for one second, despite the sudden change in demeanor. In fact, it reminded her too much of one of her father's people. Gabriel had a tendency to switch emotions at the drop of a hat, in order to confuse and disrupt whoever he was with, a target or not. As her thoughts began to turn down that road, the permanent dread in her gut growing heavier and heavier with the flashes of unwanted memories and the phantom feelings of hands on her upper arms, she bit the inside of her cheek as hard as she could. The sharp pain drew her out of the dark tunnel of her mind allowing her to focus back on Jen as he spoke again. "Any chance you know where Mr. Haynsford's Literature class is?" She asked, forcing a small and painfully dead smile onto her face in an attempt to seem more casual. It didn't quite work.