forum Soulmate Tattoo Rp (Totally Open)
Started by @ElderGod-yellowqueen
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( k. Does anyone not have a soulmate yet so I can pair up my smol bean with them )

(Kaden and Jamey. But just because you make one a particular way doesn't mean you'll end up with a soulmate just yet.)

( K, sounds good. )

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Name: Renee Walker
Age: Twenty-three
Sexuality: Bi
Race: Caucasian (French)
Profession: Animator/Artist.
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Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cc/e3/99/cce3995a6d767b543ea731a8368f7494.jpg
Straight/Wavy brown hair in a pixie cut, deep blue eyes, freckles across her nose and cheeks, lighter skin. She has a small, perky nose that she hates. Almost always has paint on her hands, or jeans. Wears hoodies that say; I'm Silently Correcting Your Grammar.
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Personality: Extremely sarcastic at first and can be a little hostile. She likes to work on projects herself, but is loyal, humorous and loves to make jokes/puns. Can sometimes be shy and awkward.
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Backstory: Her mother was an alcoholic and left her and her brother in a foster home in France. There Renee was the one taking care of her brother and was depressed for quite a while, but was able to find happiness with art. She worked really hard to make sure they could live in America and have a good life. She covers up her insecurities with jokes and smiles.

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( I mean, that's a cool job. I wish I was a character on a kid's show.)

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(Soulmate: N/A Tattoo: feather)

(Is this Renee's tattoo?)

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Renee walked into one of the small cafe's on the street, fiddling with the leather strap on her bag as a wave of coffee in the air hit her. She shifted her bag to her other arm, since the weight from the all sketchbooks and pens inside was making her shoulder throb. As she walked inside, Renee looked around for an empty table to sit at as she ran a hand through her short brown hair, her gaze skimming over different seats she could possibly sit at. She finally decided to sit at a table near the back of the cafe, running her hands over the pain splatters on her jeans as she walked towards it.

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Renee pulled out a sketchbook and looked up at the pair in front of her. Grabbing a pencil and an eraser she began to sketch them out, her gaze occasionally flicking up to make sure that she got their facial features right. No. Make the shoulders wider. God, why can I not get the hands right today? Renee furrowed her brow slightly and bit her bottom lip as she focused on drawing the two.

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Elijah sat down next to Alexis in the cafe. "You got food without me? I'm offended." He said, pretending to be shocked.

Alexis giggled, then winced slightly. "Sorry. I was just on a walk and I ended up here." She took a bit of her food.

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(I'm here but I have to write a speech so, I'm not really on…)

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(Only have to figure out a plan on how to fix a whole country filled with Hunger and Poverty.)

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"I can't get the image of you freaking out over turtles out of my head," Elijah said, wishing he had coffee.

"But turtles are so cute. Did you expect me not to freak out over them?" She asked, passing him her coffee.

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Izuki was silent as he worked, greeting people as they came in with a warm smile, only to have it drop as quickly as it came. He lets out a tired sigh. He had barely any sleep last night and he was obviously tired. He takes a quick break, chugging some coffee and then returning to work. He sighs, pressing his uniform down gently, so he wouldn't crinkle it, and tightens his ponytail. He hums, rolling his sleeves up and nodding slowly.

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(Mew, I'm kind of here… but also trying to fix a country and write a speech abt it…)

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Estel had decided that it would be best to take a break and get a snack at the cafe nearby. She had never been, but she had heard the great reviews about it and thought to give it a chance. She packed up her things and headed over, her sleeves rolled up. When she had entered, a man, it looked at those he had the same tattoo as her, but that couldn't be. She turned red when he looked her way.
Izuki felt as though someone was looking at him. He turned his head and there she was. he looked down at his tattoo then at his. His mouth was gaping open in disbelief.

(Aaaaaaaand proceed)