The Costellos//D4(CLOSED)

Your name:Victory

Character you want:Avalon

Why do you want them:Because wow. Omg this character is just perfect. I can't even describe to you in words her perfectness. Everything about her is just amazing. I have so much muse and ideas for her it's crazy. And I love that she is deaf. Characters with a challenge are my fave. I love that she has to have a different way of expressing herself since she can't talk or talk well or you can't understand her or whatever xD Just all the feels I have for Avalon is insane. I have so much muse for her. Wow, there really isn't a better word to describe how I feel about her.

Character ideas:So many ideass! I'm going to keep it short here though so I don't bore you. Avalon is resentful to her parents. She believes that they are the ones that caused her to be deaf and are glad that they are gone. She is a very emotional girl. From time to time she'll have outbursts whether they be fits of anger, where she throws stuff around the room and breaks a few things, or just crying uncontrollably since she really has no other way of expressing herself. She does know how to say a few words. Her brothers tried teaching her when she was younger by having her mimic mouth shapes. It never ended well since Avalon would always be crying by the end because she was frustrated. They gave up on her after a while because her outbursts weren't worth it anymore. After two and a half years the only words she knew how to say were her name, yes, no, and stop. Even though she knows how she barely speaks, choosing to write and use gestures to get her point across. She knows her voice must sound weird and wants to pretend to be as normal as possible. But she's not normal, and she knows that. Not being able to hear the sound of the waves crashing, or people laughing, or even her own brothers' voices kills her inside. The deep depression and sadness she feels can only be relieved by pain. Her wrists and thighs have so many scars that there's too many to count. If her brothers knew they would kill her, but it's the only thing that keeps her going. At night before she goes to sleep she likes to imagine different sounds, what the waves sound like, the rustle of leaves in the wind, and what each of her brothers sound like. The tears spill over and she cries herself to sleep every night. She loves to go on adventures and walk around. Nature relaxes her, its beauty, its calmness. It's all so peaceful. The only thing that would make it better is sound, and when she realizes this she has to go back to the house, or she might break a tree or something. Avalon likes to stay out of people's ways, finding hiding spots, because she believes she is a disgrace. It's hard for her when someone tries to talk to her and she can't reply. She normally will run off crying. Her brothers always try to take care of her and she hates it. She wants to be independent and always finds a way to tell her brothers to stop, sometimes even with a simple glare. No matter how hard she tries, she can never seem to do anything right.

So basically she's an emotional wreck her hates being deaf and sees it extremely unfair. She's always wanted to fall in love but knows it's not possible because she can't hear. She knows what people are saying to her because she can read lips well. Avalon loves her brothers but hates how they always try to help her. Maybe she freak out and end up hurting one or more of them in a thread?! And maybe she can have a breakdown and destroy some of Magnus' paintings? And maybe one of them could catch her cutting and flip? Ahhh so many ideas! I tried to keep it to a minimum here lol

RP sample:Well I took a break from the site so I don't have any recents. But here is a pretty recent bio

FC Idea: This gorgeous girl right here! And here

Yeah it's 3 AM so idk xD

Your name: Raeoki

Character you want: Alec Costello <3

Why do you want them: (He's actually one of the reasons why I decided to jump back on; I was kinda skulking about, not really sure if I should come back or not, then I saw his description, and I was just like "OMG WANT".) Well...it's just...I can really relate to him, you know? When I was younger, I read books just for the sole benefit of being transported to that fairyland; I didn't care about the story, or whatever silly commentary or lesson the author enlaced into the story, but just simply the settings and the characters. I read Warriors, and all I could think about was becoming a warrior of ThunderClan, so I could live all those adventures and dramas myself (probably one of the reasons why I started RPing). It was splendid; now, unfortunately, I read books for more "mature" things - I won't bother to go into explanation. :/

Anyway, I just think he is really such an adorable character, and I would absolutely love to play him.

Character ideas: He's the dreamer of the family. He wants what he can't have: from fame, to adventure, to star-crossed romance, to the discovery of a parallel universe - not even the sky can limit his imagination, his desires. His imagination is broad and sweeping; it has created things that have been known before to the human mind's phantasms, such as dragons and wizards, but to things that are of his own creation, like people with tiny bodies but equipped with long necks that would shame a giraffe, and snail-people, and boats with cat whiskers for sails. (I was slightly inspired by the Kush paintings, I know. xD) Thanks to his hording of books, his imagination has become so great and vivid and flourishing that he now looks upon the world with indifferent, glazed eyes, not understanding Magnus's take on it. He sees no beauty; if given a shoe, he'll say it's a ratty old shoe, and then ask why it was given to him. He can only think of beauty. And, as he is a blunt fellow, he treats the world as he sees it: an ugly, silly thing, filled with silly, ugly people, and gruesome sporting events, and such unnecessary hate and despair that all the beauty has been squeezed free of it. This has effected the way he acts, turning him into a supposedly stodgy, grim fellow, making some people believe that he lacks pizzazz; in fact, some of his own siblings may not know the deepness of his creativity. This does not bother him; he is a private, introverted man, and feels that if he has created the fairyland, then he ought to be the sole proprietor of it. But he thinks that there will be a time when his secret world shall become a reality; after all, it has to. The majority of the characters in his books earn their happy endings; why shouldn't he?

Being a nerd, he is obviously quite smart; and though there are many times that his imagination has enthralled his mind during class, he has always made very good grades in school - and his favorite class (as well as the one he has always done best in) has been of an English/literature sort. As you might have figured from above, due to the gravity of his imagination, he has some trouble with paying close attention; his mind simply cannot help but wander into a separate world. He can tune out just about anyone - from the escort during the reaping, to his sibling's harmonized yammering, to his teacher's lectures - and just as easily slip into the world of his own creation, and pretend to be the knight saving the princess, or that wildcat as it streaks through the forest, chasing down prey.

Alec more-or-less loves his siblings. He sees them as nice, and as a brother, he adores them - but as anything else...Alec isn't so certain. They are kindly enough to him, but he merely wishes there was...more to them; as if there is something about them that just makes them unsatisfactory. Alec endeavors to ignore this whenever it occurs to him, however; family is family, after all.

RP sample: (ooc: Ah, this is something I've had squirreled away from another RP site. All the posts from this site are a tad too old, I hate to say. It's not finished, but hopefully it'll give you some insight on my writing style.)

BIC:When it was announced by the escort that they’d be arriving soon, Caritas had been practically flying with euphoria. He zipped from one end of the car to the other, in a sort of swift pace, his muscles twitching and itching with energy; and the smile on his face was large and unbreakable. Caritas thought not of his district partner, and the problems she had presented to him yesterday during the reaping; he thought not of his impending demise a week from now; he thought not of the other tributes, nor of what had been commented on them by his mentor and escort during the reaping, nor of the fact that there were several other children born in the same year as he; all that concerned him at that point in the time was the Capitol: the wonderful land that built this utopia called “Panem”. Caritas thought of the president, and how magnificent it would be if he looked down from his perch and smiled at Caritas – and directly at Caritas. But the moment he thought this, Caritas suddenly stopped his pacing and zipping, and became stiff and erect, his iced eyes staring at the wall in some fixated, blank, glassy manner. Caritas Devhish, a very stern, very baritone voice hissed in his mind: you are a selfish, decadent fool. You are too self-centered. You are immoral; a failure to this golden utopia of suffering! What of the other children, eh?! You are being unfair to them in your selfishness! If there were any lashes about, I’d order you to scourge yourself. Be ashamed! Ashamed! Ashamed!

Thus Caritas’s shoulders heaved, and his head sagged, and he shuffled over to a sofa and sat heavily down upon it in defeat. And he stayed like that till their arrival.

Every now and again, Caritas peeked from the corner of his eyes at the window, to see if the Capitol was in sight yet. After several, rather impatient glances, he spotted the first ivory tower upwardly slashing the sky. The moment he saw this, he forgot of his rue-plagued, self-afflicted punishment, and squealed with excitement, and flung from the sofa and at the window. He spread his thin fingers outward, and pressed his palms against the glass, as if trying to push the window and dive out the train; he shoved the tip of his nose against the window, and his eyes bugged in their sockets. Soon, the individual tower became a thousand towers; glowing, triumphant skyscrapers shooting from the earth and piercing into the sky’s underbelly in an almost mocking, defiant way – like a revolutionary as he sticks a knife into a tyrant’s chest, laughing in the despot’s face all the while. And Caritas shook as he watched the mammoth spears, for the only buildings he thought existed were hovels; and to see such marvels of man – to see the evidence of man’s worth – made chills scamper up and down his spine, and his face paled. Then, suddenly, he stiffened; and color was returned to his face as he realized: What city is this? The president’s city! So, then, everything within is the president’s – including the skyscrapers! And a large grin that wrinkled his young face spread across, and he chuckled a little to himself. This is not a work of man – this is the work of the president! Just like everything else in Panem!

It was then that Caritas realized how much belonged to the president; for, even when he twisted his head about from one side to another, he could not see the edge of the Capitol.

Darkness suddenly slashed off the view of the Capitol, and Caritas flinched, and fidgeted with anxiety, for he feared that he would not get a chance to see the Capitol’s glory again. Fortunately, the darkness jerked to an abrupt end in the matter of ten seconds; and then only color swarmed Caritas’s vision. For before him lay a surging, rainbow mass, that flickered and screamed in approval and twitched ecstatically. He thought he saw hands shoot up and flourish from the mass and flourish excitedly – but surely hands could not be gilded? Or green? Or blue? Or purple? Or all of those colors combined? Perhaps the hands belonged to some unfortunate souls whose extremities had been stained by the rainbow sea? But – but wait! Caritas squinted, and pressed his face closer to the glass, till his forehead smudged the glass and his nose was sandwiched between the window and his face. Those aren’t – oh no – those aren’t…human faces…are they?

His stomach quivered and sloshed within him; and he thought that a block of ice had been set against his spinal column. He wanted to look away; however, his horror was paralyzing, and his muscles were stiff and tense in their fear; the only corporal parts of him that moved were his hands, which shivered against the window. Caritas’s lips were parted, forming a small, very round hole in his face; and as he looked on, it grew and grew, becoming a very wide cavity that breathed a pale gray film on the glass. He saw men who looked like birds; men who look as if their faces had been stretched into strange, abnormal, eye-catching shapes; and each man wore such bright, such wretched, such decadent, such rich clothing that the very sight of it made Caritas wish to throw himself upon the floor and weep as if he had watched his entire family be slaughtered. No! This is not my government; these are not my presidents! No! No! NO! NO!

Caritas didn’t know how feeling and ability came into his muscles; somehow, by the power of his own will perhaps, he began to move stiffly backward, like a rusted robot. In the same manner, he pressed his palms against his ears, and his body bent forward. These…these are my…my presidents…no…how…no one ever looked so…disgusting…ARISTOCRATS! ARISTOCRATS! ARISTOCRATS! RICH BOURGEOIS! OUT TO EAT – OUT TO GET – OUT TO KILL – no! Calm! Calm! Answers…reasons…no such thing as an illogical, extravagant government…no. No! Those guys out there can’t be my presidents! No! Some – some of them looked like animals…maybe…maybe they’re the president’s…pets? And, suddenly, all was right with the world. His body jerked upward, and he threw his shoulders back, and he lifted his head triumphantly, happily, contentedly. His hands were no longer upon his ears; rather, they were curled into fists, and were set firmly atop his hips; and he thrust his chest out. That’s it! The president’s pets! Of course! Of course! And he sent them out to greet us! Aw! He’s such a sweet guy! And he returned to the window with a spring in his step, and waved his hand at the rainbow mass, and beamed at them in a very open, winsome way; and he did not think about how these were men turned into domesticated animals.


FC Idea:

Your name:emsrocks

Character you want:Stallion Antonio

Why do you want them: I think it would be fun to role play as a surfer who loves being in water. I love being In water. It causes me to feel relaxed. It's like I can lose myself escaping from everything that has happened. I can see him being in similar situations I find myself in. It would be so much fun have a surfer dude that longs to be with his parents again.

Character ideas: I can see him standing ankle deep in the ocean, with his surfboard in his hands as the sun is setting. The waves crash on his feet willing him to go deeper into the ocean. They want him to go for a surf so he can escape from the guilt that builds inside him. He regrets the death of his parents. He wishes he was able to save them, but he wasn't able to. He rides the waves hoping to find his parents. He believes they lay in the ocean somewhere waiting for him, calling him home. The waves grow larger as the sky around him changes colors signaling the day is going to turn into night soon. The clouds turn from purple, to red, to orange. It's like looking at a personal rainbow in the sky that many don't get the chance to see. His hear calms down allowing him to become part of the ocean. He grips the surfboard with both hands prepared to run at the waves. He slows his breathing down to focus on one thing, and that is to ride the waves into the night not worry about anything. He lays down on the board and paddles out into the ocean waiting for the perfect wave. His eyes scan the ocean watching for the wave he always dreamed of riding. The wave forms high into the horizon with a loud roaring sound. He paddles the board towards it. He quickly gains his balance standing up on it riding the wave. The wind blows through his short hair echoing in his ears allowing him to finally feel at peace. His muscles around him relax as he steers the board in the direction he wants to go. He closes his eyes. The faces of his parents form behind his eyes. Tears form in his eyes threatening to fall down his face. He misses his parents, and one day he will find them. He will ride the wave to find them wherever they are, and he won't stop until he does. The waves starts to crash around him. He raises his hand sweeping it through the water as a huge smile appears on his face. The wave is over. He falls down onto the board and paddles back to the shore to stand watching the waves form way into the night with the small hope that his parents somehow managed to see him.

RP sample: Here or here

FC Idea: Zak Huff or Alexander Elliott

Your name:
Zinger

Character you want:
Chase Costello

Why do you want them:
OMG... he's just so my character type, the druggies and the abandoned. Also I would really like to be in this plot.

Character ideas:
I know this isn’t the usual but I decided to explain what Chase is like I would write a mini story so here it goes…
I was and alone one morning when I woke up only the sound of the soft breathing of my brothers and sister. I crept down stairs and knocked on the door of my mother’s and Father’s bedroom. When no one answered I could feel my heart start to beat fast and I felt panicked and scared. “Mum, dad? Where are you?” I called out but all I heard was my echoing voice. I waited and waited but there was no noise so I pushed the door to the room open. I looked around scanning the room but all I could see was a perfectly made bed and no clothes or belongings in sight. I crawled around on the floor trying to find any signs of my parents but all I could see was emptiness. I found hot tears spilling down my cheeks and all I could do was cry. As hours passed I saw no further signs of my parents and I started to feel a loneliness growing in my chest. Many more days passed and still no signs of my parents that loneliness turned into something black and dangerous swirling in my chest and all I felt towards my parents were animosity and resentment.

It was a few months after my parents left when I started. I loved the feeling of the high it brought and I lost sense of who I was thanks to those beautiful drugs. They allowed me to escape from the world I hated. These days all I felt was loneliness and depressed. I felt that my brothers and sister didn’t really like me much but I would always love them. I felt it was my doing that my parents left, I was a disappointment and disgraceful. I didn’t know if I was before but know I know that I am definitely now. I always smelled of smoke and a sweet but bitter smell from the drugs. I know my sister and brothers disapprove of my actions and I see the looks they give me but I don’t care, all I know is that I needed it to get away from the horrible life I live. I just needed an escape somewhere knew and not lonely.

I could feel the heat of the flame lick at my palm as I held the match in my fingertips and I looked at the building in front of me. I knew I could do it, set that place on fire, this life (or dream) was just full of death and destruction and I loved to add more of that in life. Even though I would prefer to live in a life full of butterflies and beautiful colors. I loved to live on the edge and be that reckless kid who got in trouble, that reckless kid who jumped into the danger at any time. I wasn’t a person to laze around the house and do nothing, no I loved the smell of danger and if only life could be like that all the time.


RP sample: here you go

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