TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All right, I'll try! Finally, an RP with some of us oldies! (No offence, new people) (Melody, I've missed you! CB has changed SO MUCH since I first came on, you're one of the only familiar faces I can remember.) However, if I can't get on too much, I will give you permission to kill my charrie. At least then it will give you something to work on. (Also, note that I am not the best at keeing to a character's personality. It will change, almost guaranteed, once I get my feel for this character. So please don't hold this in my face when he becomes shy and awkward.)

Name: Assadar Rolington

Age: 14

Gender Male (My first time for male, but I think we need more guys.)

Physical Appearance: Dark brown hair, and deep chocolate brown eyes. His eyes seem powerful, and can be really threatening. It makes his usually calm, laid-back demeanor become electrified with anger. He unconsiously looks like he's taunting you, and often, he is. Medium height, and has a kind of crooked grin. Pale skin, and a medium build.

Celebrity Parent: Anita Rolington, the author of the best selling fantasy series for kids. Has even removed JK Rowling from the best seller list. His father wasn't a celebrity, but is dead, as of ten years. 

Power: Telepathy. Is also really good with languages and codes, though that isn't a power. It doesn't come naturally, he just really likes the kind of stuff.

Personality:
If you just glance at him, you would consider him to be a funny and
sarcastic boy who enjoys a good joke. But you find that once you really
get to know him, he is really a nice boy with his own worries. He is a
sympathetic friend, but he has an edge for revenge. He is understanding
though stubborn and while some of the sarcasm and jokes are real, he is a
loyal friend.

Other: (On a followup to the sarcastic personality) Because of his childhood, he built up a wall of sarcasm and jokes to
hide the real him. Newspapers had ridiculed his mother before she
really made it big -- and he remembered their cutting comments to her shy
personality. Because of that, he thought to build a strong wall around
himself, so that when they attack him, he won't care. But he does care. 

I'm going to be extremely rude and post without Melody's permission. In my mind the excuse is that if she shows up and this post is wildly discordant w/ her wishes for this roleplay, it can always just be disregarded forever. (Good to see you, True! I'm not sure how long we knew each other, but I went by Tiffany W. and then FantasyQuill in my old days.)

Cordelia Ashington ~ 

I was having a pretty awesome fifteenth birthday.

Sure, a part of me wanted to just lie on my couch with my mother, have a musical marathon - from my forever-favorite My Fair Lady to even HSM Senior Year (if your movie has dancing, there's a 90% chance I'll fall in love with it.) It would have been great to make dinner together, or maybe go out in downtown Chicago to one of our favorite restaurants.

But Dad had called me down on an excursion, and while I'm sure I could've wiggled out of it, Mom herself convinced me to go. I wasn't sure if she was doing it to be nice to Dad or because she actually thought it was a good idea - but it hadn't been as awful as I'd expected. He'd taken me to see a play, and we'd gone out for lunch, and if it weren't for the fact that I'd blacklisted his name on Tumblr because people you don't even know are saying things about him that I'd rather not read - in fact, I'd made myself forget most of them out of sheer willpower - I would've thought he was just a normal dad. A rich dad, but a normal one. 

So I was happy with my dad for the first time in several years, where he had to bring it up. He even bribed me first.

"Have you ever wanted to meet, um, Anita Rolington?"

I perked up. Her books weren't my favorite, but I still liked them - and meeting a world-famous author wasn't the type of thing you got to do every day. In addition, I sort of admired her on a personal level - she had obviously gone through a lot to reach her place in the clouds. 

"I mean, I think everyone has," I say casually.

He had clearly decided it was time for back-up. "What about..mmm...Mel Jucinca?"

I smiled nervously; this was a little bit...off. Writers and game developers weren't exactly Leonard Owen's area. "Er - could you?"

"I'm invited to this sort of party." He almost looked embarrassed; I could feel the onset of several years' worth of awkwardness descending upon us again. "It's, like... About influential people, especially for the younger generations. I think teenagers voted on them themselves."

Had I been less worried about feelings, and also with a worse sense of what was appropriate to say to someone, I would have said that Dad was mostly influential to teenages in the form of a standard to hold their boyfriends up to -- but instead, I kept my mouth shut. "Dad, you know I said -" 

"You said that you hated 'famous people parties'," he said miserably. "I know. But..." He seemed to brighten - clearly, he'd found more bait. "There'll be lots of kids your age there," he added slowly. 

I paused. "Kids my age". That shouldn't have been as compelling as it was. I had friends and I had crushes; I had sleepovers and people to flirt with and Instagram followers.

But you always have to be careful about them, a little part of my brain said. They don't like, you, not really - at least a lot of them don't. You're not thin enough, or too girly, or not fun enough, or too nice, but most of all - most of all you've got this famous dad that, in theory, ensures that you get any friends you want, but in practice gets you zero real ones.

I still had doubts. I didn't want to get into photos, didn't like crowds, didn't like that nervous feeling of a bunch of famous people shut up tight in one space.

But I liked authors and video game developers, right?

And the tantalizing phrase "kids your age" was still stuck at the back of my mind.  

I've never done a RP the whole time I've been on the CB, so sorry if my writing intrudes.

Name: Holly

Age: 13

Physical Appearance: Holly has dirty blond hair and deep blue eyes. She is tall and slender, but thinks she is not pretty at all. 

Celebrity Parent: Her mom and dad are actors in "The Day" (a movie I made up).

Power: She can turn into any animal, but only before sunset and after sunrise. If she trys to before then, something terrible will happen.

Personality: Being tomboyish, she dosn't mind being dirty. She likes being dirty more than clean, but understands why clean is important. Holly is loud and stubborn, but has a loving and soft heart. She loves animals, and will do basically anything for hem.

dear Winter,

Having the prior claim to telekinesis, do you think you could use just telepathy?

Thanks, 

Brooke

(*this might be formatted weird because I'm copy and pasting it, so sorry*)

Kituara Avengreen

Bop, bop, bop, bop to the top, wipe away your inhibitions.

Are we allowed to post? Everyone else is. 

Fredie~

I fiddled with my hair again. My mom was trying to do another "get together with other famous people's children".  She was a game developer.  And a rather famous one at that.

I never really liked when my mom tried to get other famous kids to meet me. I have tons of friends! Why would I need more? And then my mom would say something along the lines of, "none of those kids are famous and you need to help some of those depressed famous kids". Yeah, they are totally depressed. i just wish I was some normal kid, who wasn't famous and didn't have a werid... Well, let's say super power. You see, I can jump into video games and make gadgets a little too advanced for most kids. Not that I mind, though. It's a pretty cool thing to be able to do.

I mess with my hair again. My mom looks at me and smiles. I snort back at my mom. "Mom, pay attention to where you are driving!" I heard some honks in the distance, and I really hope they weren't for my mom. My mom smiles again. "Come on, Fredie, let me have some fun!" I roll my eyes. It's more like trying to kill me rather then fun. But I don't argue. I turn up the music in my ipod and ignore my mom's protests as we drive toward the party destination.

I post way too often. It's a habit picked up from the Dragon RP. I am paranoid about threads dying and I really like Cordelia's character. 

This is going to be ridiculously short.  

Cordelia Ashington~

I checked my reflection in the mirror yet again; this was not exactly that I wanted to see myself, nor because I was worried about whether I looked good. It was more of an in-between, just like everything in my life has always been - in-between friends, in-between appearance, in between two parents. I like to be honest with myself - if I am able to call up any memory at will, honesty becomes a necessity - and I was frightened. 

Frightened of what people think of me.

But I also eventually realized the need to step away. I knew how I looked - vaguely cute, slightly childish - and there was nothing in particular I could to to change that. Knee-length pale yellow dress that twirled when I spun; white leather shoes; tight curls of hair that are dyed a deep red-pink.

Without further ado (although a part of my brain was begging for enough ado about nothing to write a sequel to the Shakespeare play), I walked into the party. 

~~~

I had expected your typical Famous People Party, but I was going to be honest and say it looked much more like a middle school dance. Frowning towards where my father stood, I'd realized he'd gone - looking through the door, I saw that perhaps the real Famous People Party was that way. Looking back, I saw a handful of teenagers wandering around and looking incredibly, undeniably bored. 

I took a deep breath; lingering on the sidelines hadn't gotten me anywhere so far. My mind was playing some sort of jumble of music my mom liked and music I liked, but at the very head was Ask by The Smiths. 

"Er...hey." I walk toward the scattered crowd. "I'm Cordelia. Did your parents drag you along here too?" 

C'mon, thread. Up you go...

@Brooke, Yup! Don't mind at all!

*crochety old man voice* Back in my day, RPGs lasted more than thirty posts!

Jay looked around nervously; he really liked being around people. Why did he get like this when he was around them? He stood against the wall looking around with wide eyes trying to get a grip on himself. He knew his mom didn't give him enough socialization! You may think it's great having a famous mom but sometimes you get overshadowed. Oooh famous mom, you must love ice skating right? Wrong. He couldn't stay upright for five seconds! He liked gymnastics but his mom was against summer olympians period. He walked up to a girl and nervously said hi

"Hello," she said looking bored. "Another rich kid?"

"Uhhh.. yes?"

"Whoopee, this is great. No one is poor here; everyone's the same!" She flopped over, looking depressed.  "So why are you here?"

"I thought it would be fun."

 
Snorts, "You got an odd idea of fun!"

Top, I'll post soon.