~~Roommates~~

Shiqua is a small, though lively, village on the coast. Home to white sands, and beautiful water, it is amazing that there aren't many tourists. Leading out of the town it turns country like, with many paddocks and forests.

In a house just outside of the town, with a 10 minute walk to the beach, is a large house. At the back of it, is a backyard with a pool, then a fence. Behind the fence, are many paddocks, leading to a forest. Behind the fence is all public, though only the people in the house usually hang out there.

Now, to explain who is in the house. Roommates, going about their daily lives, jobs, sex, relationships, sex, and more sex.

So, will you be one of the roommates, falling in love?


Rules/Notes
--Please make your character using the template
--There shall be lots of romance, sex, swearing etc
--Your character doesn't have to have a job or car, btw
--Max 4 paragraph posts, no one liners, otherwise I don't mind how long your posts are.
--Keep the genders even, or I will crack it. *Twitch*


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Name: Zahara Dawson
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Job: Lifeguard at local beach
Appearance: Zahara has sandy blonde hair that falls past her shoulders. It is layered, with a side fringe. Her eyes are a stunning green, and her skin is tanned and lightly freckled. The beautiful female is not average height, she is tiny. Standing at 4"7, everyone around her towers over the small female. She is slender with a cute smile. Zahara dresses in purple, grey and black, as they are her favourite colours.
Personality: This female is rather spunky, and outgoing. She isn't afraid to speak her mind. She is bubbly and fun to be around, with a warm heart. She's smart, in fact, very smart. Zahara can be feisty when she's angry, mind you.
Car: A black motorbike, which she calls 'Skipper'.
History: At 16, Zahara's parents were killed in a car crash. She was falling into depression, but it didn't hit her; until a year later her older sister Kayla drowned, and that was when she fell into a deep depression. After a year, she started to slit her wrists, and attempted suicide. Then at 19 she got help, and the depression faded away. But it came back again, at the age of 21. She had a loving boyfriend, but it seemed all he wanted to do was get that cock inside of her. She became pregnant, and he left her straight away. 3 months later, she had a miscarriage, and attempted to commit suicide once again. Then it drifted away, and now, 3 years on, she's put the past behind her and is a completely different person. Kayla dying inspired her to become a lifeguard. She has never told anyone about her past, about her parent's and Kayla's death, and how she attempted suicide. Though she still has scars up her arms from wrist slitting.
Relationship Status: Single.
Other: She loves to ride her bike, and enters in competitions often
Pic: http://i34.tinypic.com/xmvhjr.jpg

Name: Ian O'Sullivan
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Job: Manager of a clothes store.
Appearance: Ian stands taller than most others, with a height of 6'2. He is quite slim, his weight being at around 180 pounds. The shape of his body is quite slim, having worked his way as a store clerk, and worked out regularly during college. He used to have his hair cut in army style, almost shaved but he changed it after moving out. By now his hair was around 4 inches long, in a brownish color though with some streaks appearing when he walked in the rain. He doesn't really care about getting a tan but he keeps a nice color on his body, staying healthy and smiling. He usually wears a pair of jeans or knickers, preferably camo style with a dark blue shirt and, depending on the weather, either nice black shoes of snickers.
Personality: If Ian had it his way, he would've been a popular comedian. He loves to joke around and pull jokes on people, though his only restraint is the fact that his conscience will nag him for a long time if he oversteps the line. He is usually a funny guy to be around with a lot of ideas he wants to do, he just doesn't have the courage to do them alone.
Car: Ian's only dream came through here, he drives a Mistubishi 3000GT, and like all guys, he calls it by a female name.
History: Ian grew up with his Scottish parents, or at least they told him they were from Scotland originally. He didn't have much trouble growing up, staying clean of everyone who meant trouble until he hit college. He knocked off there, getting drunk every weekend and delaying his homework as much as possible. He moved out as soon as he graduated, beginning his work in the clothes store, having stayed there. His only problem was that he developed a rather unknown syndrom, giving him nightmares that seemed more real and therefore he liked being near others.
Relationship Status: Single
Other: Ian doesn't share it with others, but he does some underground racing during the night, loving to take his car for a spin as it has been modified and he also works on it a lot.
Pic: Ian O'Sullivan

Zahara woke up early that morning, to the sound of birds twittering. She yawned, and rolled to face her clock. 5:00am. No one else usually woke up for a while, so she took it as her chance to go for a morning swim. The sandy blonde haired female changed into a black bikini with a bright green floral pattern, and flip flops to match. She wrote a quick note 'Hey, just went to the beach, left at 5:15am, <3 Zahara', she stuck it on the bench. Heading outside, the sun pressed on her skin, lightly, however.

Peering around, she decided not to walk, not to ride her motorbike, but to ride her bicycle. Getting out her black and green bicycle, she jumped on, and started to pedal down the empty roads to town. As she entered town, it was as silent as ever, like usual. Not a soul in sight. When she got to the beach she flicked off her thongs and let the sand push between her toes, before diving into the beautiful water. It sent chills down her spine, though she wished someone would join her...

Ian yawned, he had gone to bed only 3 hours before Zahara had woken up, the pockets of his jeans crammed with small notes after his winnings that night. He knew it was illegal but the cash was too good to be true after all. It was weekend for him whenever he felt like it, and his assistent was taking the store that day as they had agreed on almost a month before so he could sleep. He had no clue about when he would wake up but around 6.30 am her opened his eyes, yawning as he turned restlessly in his bed. He couldn't find peace to sleep as he got up, or more likely, he fell out of bed, moaning in pain as he hit the floor. He grunted, getting up quickly before changing his clothes. He was quick to head downstairs into the kitchen, finding the note from Zahara as he smirked, she was a nice girl but he wasn't really sure if he liked her more than as a friend.

Remembering the quickest way to the beach, he quickly went back to his room, changing into a shirt and a pair of swimming trunks, heading down into the kitchen to grab a piece of bread along with some jam. He was taking his car, wanting to get there quickly as he went into the parking area of the big house, seeing his black Mitsubishi shining brightly in the morning sun. It always made him smile and today was no exception as he unlocked it, heading into it before turning the engine off and pulling out of the driveway. It was peaceful on the streets as he headed towards the beach where she usually swam around. Around 15 minutes later, he pulled into the small grassy area between the road and the sand, parking his car before getting out, taking his shirt off and tossing it into the car, locking it and heading down towards the beach, looking out over the water in an attempt to spot Zahara.

Zahara resurfaced from the water, not caring how long she had been at the beach. There was still not a soul in sight, until she saw a familiar car pull up, and someone jumped out. Ian? She raised her eyebrows, pushing her side fringe out of her eyes. "Ian?" she called, quite loudly in an attempt for him to hear her. She waved, the water reaching to her waist.

Ian took a moment to realise the sudden splashing noise as he noticed her down in the water suddenly. He lifted his arm and waved to her, moving into a light run towards the beach and the water with her. "Morning Zahara!" He called out, reaching the water and moving into it with a shiver, it was still a bit cold from the sun having arrived only an hour earlier.

(I want more joiners -.- Because there can be up to 8 in the house at a time)

"Mornin' " Zahara smiled lightly at Ian. Flicking her side fringe out of her eyes, yet again. She fell back, floating at the water, peering at the sun that was now high in the sky.

(I can follow you there, it can just be a bit hard to find other people if they don't follow along with the backing story >.<)

Ian smiled back to her, heading into the water as he saw her just floating there. He went out to her, standing next to her for a moment before grinning, getting a fun idea. He was almost laughing and giggling about the idea as he suddenly jumped forward, breaking the surface of the water and dived in, splashing water all around him and probably also hitting her with some of it.

Zahara was startled when the water flung onto her, then she realised it was Ian who did it. Diving under the water she grabbed his legs, pulling him deeper with her. She kicked as she did so, then let go, swimming to the bottom. The water was so clear, and very deep, though not a single fish in sight. She crossed her legs, placing her fingers on it and attempted to get to the bottom. It looked a bit like she was meditating, a funny sight.

Ian felt her grabbing his legs, letting her pull him deeper as he already had his breath, enough air to go down. He turned when she let go, seeing her sit down there as he chuckled under the water, swimming up for a quick breath before he dived back down, seeing her sitting there in the funny position. He swam as close in to her as possible, waving his hand in front of her face teasingly as he had a grin on his face, wanting to joke around that morning.

Zahara's eyes opened, and she giggled, her air spilling out of her mouth. Her eyes widened as her last inch of breath disappeared, and she struggled to the surface. Taking a large breath, she dove back down to be in front of Ian, smirking, her mouth shut.

Ian remained down there, seeing her giggle before the bubbles of air blurted out of her mouth. He let her swim up to the surface to take in a breath before coming back down as he kept watching her, grinning and letting out hardly any bubbles as he was enjoying himself in the water with her company. She always seemed to be a laugh to have around and he was beginning to wonder why he didn't find more stuff to do with her than just their random conversations, trips to the beach and cooking events.

Zahara rubbed her hands together, grinning rather oddly before bolting in the other direction and sitting down metres away.

Ian saw her bolting off under the water, reacting a moment before heading after her. He knew he had to go up for air, only a moment later was he back down with fresh air in his lungs as he swam down next to her, turning in the water to sit next to her. He imitated her seated position, trying to look as focused and silly at the same time as he possibly could.

Name: Zell Artanis
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Job: Librarian of the ridiculously small library around the corner from the House
Appearance: Coppery hair and green eyes that look somewhat like chips of emerald, though look gray in certain lightings. She often wears browns, oranges, purples, or greys, as they are her favorite colors. She always wears two think twines: one purple and one orange on her wrist and neck, and those are the only pieces of jewelry she ever wears. Usually has a permanent scowl on her face when talking to half the people on the island, but has a beautiful smile when talking about books or music, having in-deapth conversations with people...or sex.
Personality: Loud in the way that she has to get her opinion into everything. She can be quiet when she wants and tries hard not to revolve her life purely around sex, something she finds quite difficult. If you know how to hold up an intelligent conversation, though, Zell's the one to find. She has a difficult time making friends, being very particular.
Car: Decidedly against learning how to drive. C:
History: Was born in Denmark, though her parents moved to the US soon after to be closer to family. After leaving college--a place in which she attempted to get a major in sociology--she moved to Shiqua, leaving her parents to care for her nine year younger brother.
Relationship Status: Single
Other: She is bisexual and enjoys squirrel-watching. She loves squirrels, but, you know, not in that way.
Pic: http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/09/03/auburn,hair,beautiful,girl,beauty-868ad75b93df85a7d63cf1aa739fc0b4_m.jpg

Name: Christian Stern
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Job: Bartender at a nightclub
Appearance: He's 6'0" and has blue eyes. His natual is blonde, but dyed it Blue since it's favorite color. He often wear loose clothes and always wear sandals since he likes how the sand feels on his feet. His favorite colors are blue (of any shade), black and white. Eaisly makes friends whit each new costomer. Always wear a small necklace that he never takes off.
Personality: Laid back with a clam voice. Never afraid to speak the truth, even at the cost of someones feelings getting hurt.
Car: He rides a bike during the day and a mortorcycle by night.
History: Christian was born in Calgery and raised by his dad and Grandfather since his mom died when he was born. By the age of 16, they teached him Mixology of all kinds of drinks so he could be a big help at ther pub. After learning all he know from them, he left Canada and moved to America at the age of 20. He went for job to job at taverns and night clubs making a big name for himself.
Relationship Status: Single
Other: Often seen with two notebooks in hand and is a Vegetarian
Pic: Christian

Name: Kari Martindale
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Job: Webcam girl
Appearance: Kari is 5'5 1/2", with strawberry blonde hair and emerald green eyes.
Personality: Kari is shy and soft spoken, but has a bad temper that occasionally flares up.
Car: None- Kari usually walks or takes city transportation.
History: Kari was born in Michigan City, Indiana and adopted by the Martindales when she was four months old. Her father is unknown and her mother was a crackhead prostitute. Due to this, Kari has always been careful to stay away from hard drugs. She moved to the small coastal city to attend a prestigious art institute.
Relationship Status: Single, polyamorous, straight.
Other: Art student, usually carrying sketch pads and a messenger bag.
Pic: Kari

Christian woke up as soon as the sun hits his face. He smiled a nnormal smile, but was slow to getting out of bed due to his nightclub shift last night. Streching a bit, he looks out the window looking over the beach with a smile. "Ah, perfect Saturday weather in the coast" he said to himself. He got his usual blue clothing on and his favorite pair of black sandals and exit his room.
He first stop was the bathroom, but notice the door was locked. He sighed knowing who was probbly in there. "Kari..." he sighed and knocked on the door.

Kari groaned. Christian was such an asshole. It was almost as if he knew every time she was in the bathroom and just HAD to bother her.

She flushed the toilet, pulled up her undies, and unlocked the door. She drifted back over to the sink, readjusting her tank top to cover herself and washed her hands. "Make it quick, I'd like to take a shower." With that, she moved over to the tub and started to run the water. Turning, she went to grab a towel from the laundry cabinet.

Christian shook his head as his prediction of her in there was correct. He gave another sigh as she told him not to be long. Rolling his eyes at her went in and closed the door.

Ever since he moved here from Canada, he and Kari never saw eye to eye. He tried to be friends with her but she never returned it to him. He tried everything, but he would just get the same barks from her. Why he still wanted to be friends with her, he'll never know

He brushed his teeth and and checked him self as the water continued to run. Not giving it a second thought, he took his clothes off and began to shower. "I'm must that her for starting it up for me" he chuckled and continued to wash.

Kari came back to the bathroom, hearing the sounds of Christian in the shower. "That rat bastard!"
She tried the door, it was closed, but not locked. She opened it and threw back the shower curtain. "Hey asshole, that's my shower, get out!" She leaned into the shower, wetting her tank top, trying to grab his slick arm to pull him out, the towel dropped and forgotten on the floor.

"No..." he said and continued to wash. "Oh lord...here she goes again" he thought. He would love nothing better than to put her in her place, but then he would probbly suffer a fate worse than death knowing her.

Looking at his most cherish necklace, he felt her grabbed his wet arm. He chuckled at the thought that she could pull him out and splashes her with some of the shower water. He soon pulled her into the shower with him laughing as her tank top was now soaked.

Kari was not amused. Her tank top stuck to her like a second skin, her underwear completely soaked as well as she was pulled into the shower.

She tried to push him out with no luck. She reached out to grab his hair and caught his necklace instead, the chain breaking as she fell with a surprised look to the bottom of the tub. She looked up at him guiltily, holding the necklace out in horror.

Christian was shocked for what she done. He almost felt his heart stop at that very moment. That necklace was the only thing that reminded him of his deceased mother. It was given to him as a gift by his dad when he was thirteen and he had never took it off.

He looks at the broken necklace, then his roommate. He didn't know what to say, but his eyes told the whole story. He was mad, completely in raged for what she had done. "You ungreatful, short tempered, blonde haired bitch!" he soon said. He snatches the necklace out of her hand, and in an act of vengence, he rips her tank top off her.