#miles kenilsworth

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MILES KENILSWORTH | |  THE CHAMELEON

❝ The need to go astray,          to be destroyed, devoured,  is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.❞

     Sophisticated, never content enough to smile and never at a palpable distance from anybody, like the coldest shooting star, Miles turned his family’s expectations he would never be able to please into his own expectations regarding everything surrounding him, and made that his shield so that nothing would phase him anymore, no matter how soft and sensitive he is to touch. If it is intelligence that breeds misery or just the color of his long, over-sized coat translating into his mood, it is unclear, but something about the young man screams tragedy. He is cold ivory knuckles and dead autumn butterflies with frozen wings, but he is not a victim of his sadness, rather than a prisoner who grew to like the darkness of his cell. A general feeling of discontent does glow in him, but he would rather swallow Edgar Allan Poe’s verses than any joyful odes. Too pretentious and too exigent to be happy, he accepts the greys he is painting his life in, with the tact he would have had to be lacking in order to complain.

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[ closed with @nickmercer ]

          The eloquent melody strummed in the background; an orchestra harmonizing to the exquisite symphony. Miles has always been a zealot to the classical music---a patron of the arts. He would hold the hand of his sister, Diana, and would escort the pair into the opera that was enthusiastic in their nearest city. With a ride given by a friendly neighbor, the two weak Kenilsworth indulged in the practice of the performing arts, and, in that moment, there were no harsh, derogatory comments gestured toward them. The siblings were in a tranquil motion; their wide eyes glistened to the instrumental of periodic tunes. Miles fingers would swing amid the air to the notes, and in his mind he was playing the violin. In the small cottage of their country growing, an older woman with a honeysuckle smile would string him into the artist he is today. She encouraged his weakness.

          His long legs dangled beneath, the sole of his shoes holding for dear life to the bars beneath the stool. His fingertips were gently positioned onto the surface of the bar, hazel hues traveled around the dimly lit facility taking in the behaviors of every person mingling about and around. He recognized faces, and he was amicable to most, but he was no friend. He was just a face to be discerned. Not one to chat with (at least that is what he thought). 

          It was then when the stool beside was taken up. Glancing over his shoulder, he took in the features of the opposite and acknowledged then that it was Nicholas Mercer; a pretty boy who owned the arrogant personality. What a cliche. “Bourbon.” Miles ordered from the bartender, nibbling his lesser lip before he concluded to interact with his newfound company. “And what will Mister Mercer have this fine evening?”

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❝ The need to go astray,       to be destroyed, devoured,   is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.❞

Miles Kenilsworth | twenty (II) | The Riot Club | Bill Skarsgard | open

Miles' name makes waves at the simplest mention on the corridors of the university — fifth generation to attend Oxford and drag the surname further in the Riot Club as well. Naturally, the expectations are up to the sky, with his father cheering after him as if he were part of a sports team rather than an elite secret society, and his grandfather showing his teeth, as if all the Club represented was a competition, and asking Miles if he managed to snatch the crown and follow his steps into leadership. Yet, the grandson isn't like the first versions of Kenilsworths. He, with the fragility, the sensitivity, the subtle snapping of a violin and a rosy grace, has nothing of his father's physical posture and his grandfather's beard. Although certainly not a malleable and weak person, he simply relies on different means to stand out, and as much as he used to take pride in his softness, now there are times he finds himself imitating his father's resonant voice, as bitter of a taste as it leaves in his mouth. All he truly wants is to pull a string of pride out of them and not remain in history as the unworthy Kenilsworth. Like every child who only means well and tries to please impossible parents with their own versions of reality, too busy to appreciate the gesture and love him for what he is, the process drains Miles and it paints him not only frustrated, but depressed to never be tall enough to reach the top shelf of their validation and conditional love. On campus, when he forgets about what is bringing him down back home, he becomes something even the young versions of his relatives, the ones that attended Oxford, would be jealous of. On campus, he is known for his first name, rather than a legend left behind by generations of ruthless men, because Miles turns into a fox as soon as he walks on the sacred grounds of the ancient university. Cunning, receptive, sharp and knowing how to use his self-deprecation to his advantage, making jokes on it and turning sadness into laughter, Miles shines in his own way and everybody but his own family is blinded by the light. He isn't faltering away under the shadows of the expectations pinned up for him to fly to; he made up his own kind of glimmer, and it seems to leave an impression on, at least, the people of Oxford. Not too determined or decided about what he wants to do further in life, he is afraid of failure, and his family's concerns makes the burden of choosing a path even heavier on his shoulders. Just when he was starting to accept and get comfortable in his own skin despite the unsaid disappoint of his relatives, his grandfather fell ill and as his death is approaching aggressively, Miles is stuck, yet again, in a vortex of trying to give him one last reason to smile about, as his only grandson. But no matter how hard he would try, he just isn't his little sister. Although generally shy, Miles doesn't mind being the center of attention if it's in a good light, and for that, he is quite the apparition. Always dressed in black to ensure as shocking of a contrast as possible between the clothes and his pale skin tone and with a smart, lazy walking pace, as if he wants time to stand frozen and spare him, the young man knows all his qualities when he isn't in a bad phase, hating everything that isn't helping him fit in the pattern of his family. The thing he enjoys most in the world is feigning innocence and displaying the angelic, clueless deafness to the obvious, because playing dumb makes him more intelligent than all the people he is fooling — and he is, after all, one of the brightest people in the university, in every meaning of the word and by every definition. Yet, the role playing isn't constant, because even he is too prideful to perform a full show and let people believe the worst of him. As inconsequent and inconsistent as his moods and behaviors are the discrepancies between what lies inside of him and what he is trying to express through his appearance and general aesthetic. Despite the dark, elegant vibes he is trying to give off, Milo has always been a sweet child, who grows plants in his flat — out of which only a small amount is cannabis — and talks to them. Quite the peculiar figure, he is trying to leave behind as much of him as possible, until a minimalist version of him would remain, pressured by his eagerness to fit in and prove himself. Little does he know that what makes him so unique and special has nothing to do with cutting off bits of himself that he thinks people might not like enough, and that he would never become exactly what the others expect him to be, no matter how versatille and adaptable he is and how long his chameleon tail grows. Shamefully, he is too lonely and desperate to get everything right to think objectively and look at the bigger picture, realizing his own worth for exactly what it is and facing the young adult in the mirror for once, being the first of many to accept himself and grow happy like the plants in the pots by his window.

Jamie Heather If there is one thing that Jamie hates about himself, it’s the weakness he has for people who hate themselves. The hero complex made him get close to Miles to begin with, because the boy is a lost cause, and ever since, he’s been chasing, feeling more and more stupid by the day. He is doing his best to give the other boy confidence, no matter what it takes. Miles can see what Jamie’s intentions are and he lets him do his part, knowing apathetically at the end of the day that it won’t change a thing. If it’s just attraction or more, the blond can’t tell because he doesn’t pay enough attention, but it certainly frustrates Jamie enough to keep trying to get something out of it. Jacob de Terreros His entire life has Jacob got the same generic stares at the cling of his name, but it leaving Miles completely indifferent and unimpressed is a sensation he has never met before. Everybody is at least slightly influenced by his title, but not the blond, which frustrates him to the point where he would get out of his little bubble made of gold, stepping on his pride and going to whatever length to prove that he is awe worthy. Although finding Miles antipathic to the bone, he is fighting his distaste trying to get under his skin and show him what he is made of, as if the validation of a boy who is chasing hard for the world's matters for some reason more to him than the other dozens of open mouths. Miles, on the other hand, is too busy to even as much as notice him, or so he claims, pretending to look the other way and toy with the duke after spotting this need for proving himself. Charlotte Zerilli As probably the true geniuses of each of their club, some sort of partnership had to be built imminently, and although they don't get along on every aspect, when both are in the room, they create some sort of bubble of exclusivity that you'd need to take an IQ test and match their results to be welcome in. Yet, differences aside, they need each other's brains and conversations that nobody else would be able to stand over brunch. Charlotte is happy to, for once, be mentally challenged — no matter how much she loves everybody in her group of friends — and feels like, without Miles, her brain would rot. On the other side of it, the man is just as grateful, and no matter how competitive and inamicable their interactions get, he still considers Charlie his only friend in a strange, distanced, unfeeling way. Sophia Clare Either the drinks have really been that heavy that night that none of them remembers a thing about it, either they don't want to remember. Although she is, without a shadow of doubt, nothing like his type and although he wouldn't get a second glare from her on a regular basis, the Christmas soiree they both attended would recall otherwise. Be it boredom or just the result of tipsiness, the two slept together and didn't talk since, mainly because there is nothing to say. Ignoring the momentary weakness and the mutual embarrassment with vehemence, they are determined to look away from each other until the elephant in the room turns transparent and they are past the moment. The brief fling being revealed would put both in an uncomfortable position and leave them with a lot to explain and they can't afford that.

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i don't mean any disrepespect from this at all, since this rp is absolutely 100% lovely, but i just feel as tho a lot of these connections are very stricle heterosexual/hetereonmornative. do u have any lgbtq+ characters at all?

You are not disrespectful in any way. I understand your concern and yes, there are LGBTQ+ characters in the roleplay group that aren’t just hinted at (because any of the characters can have any sexuality the player sees fit, but these are canonically LGBTQ+), namely: 

Aria Bellefonte (exclusively homosexual as portrayed in the biography, but could be approached as a pansexual/bisexual etc; has been in a secret relationship with Elizabeth Pemberly which is the main hold of the plot), 

Elizabeth Pemberly (canonically bisexual, but nonplayable, howsoever), 

Alexandra Rossessen (whose only connection that hints at a romantic interest is Victoria de Terreros), 

Victoria de Terreros (whose biography touches pansexuality and who falls easily in love with anybody at all), 

Gwendolyn Armstrong (see: interest in Lauren Hastings)

Miles Kenilsworth (who can either be homosexual, judging from the Sophia connection, or bisexual at best)

Jamie Heather (who is bisexual and currently interested in seducing Miles Kenilsworth)

Charlotte Zerilli (whose entire biography hints asexuality)

I would also like to mention that there is a sexuality & gender identity section in the application that is entirely up to the player if you see any of the other characters in the roleplay group to be anything other than heterosexual/cis. The connections are just there to get us started and I wouldn’t lean too much on them, so if you have a different view on the character you are considering applying for, don’t hesitate to mention it!

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miles is so fab and im heart eyes tbh! would you mind listing some alternate faceclaims that you could see working for him?

Hello and thank you! I’m happy you found somebody that caught your interest. As in for alternative faceclaims, if you have already checked the resources post and none of those suggestions works for you, what about Dominic Sherwood, Xavier Dolan, Tom Felton, Hunter Parrish, Jacob Artist or Jamie Campbell Bower?

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(+1) application for Miles Kenilsworth

(+1) application for the co-admin position

see app count

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so this looks amazing. may i ask which characters will be canonically lgbtqa+ or be in queer relationships?

Hey, and thank you a lot! Please don’t hold it against me if I don’t count out the ‘could-be’s and the relationships that aren’t quite canon, but have a lot of subtext and sexual tension to them. 

I did try not to be too strict when in regards to sexuality and romantic relationships, so as far as I am concerned, any and every character can be LGBTQA+.

Aria BellefonteFor she had a secret love affair with the regretfully nonplayable character, Elizabeth Pemberly and for she has a flirting game going on with Arabella Windsor.

Jamie HeatherFor he, my own character, is canonically bisexual and is romantically interested in Miles Kenilsworth.

Arabella WindsorFor her biography points to pansexuality, although it isn’t clearly established. She is also flirting with Aria Bellefonte.

Miles KenilsworthFor, in theory, but depending on the wishes of Miles Kenilsworth’s future player, he could be interested back/already having casual sexual intercourse with Jamie. 

Alexandra RossessenFor, although this is subtle, her relationship with Victoria is very likely to head that way, depending on the players’ intentions.

Victoria de TerrerosFor she is struggling to find balance between accepting herself (personality and sexuality wise at the same time) and meeting the high expectations and standards of everybody around her, as a duchess to be.

Gwendolyn ArmstrongDefinitely not canon, but I have a tag on my blog for the dynamic between Gwen and Lauren, because I can definitely see one falling for the other, emphasis on Gwendolyn, who expects it the least.

I could easily see more characters (if not all) being LGBT, so you have the freedom to choose your potential character’s preferences, with no exceptions!

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(+1) application for Miles Kenilsworth

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miles kenilsworth: resources

[ i t  w a s  t h e  c h a m p a g n e ]: write about what happened at that Christmas party with Sophia and how he woke up from it. Elaborate on ‘not his type’ and explain the extents of his error. What does he feel about it all?

[ w h i t e  s h e e p ]: elaborate on his family’s dynamic. Show us a normal family gathering and what ways his father and grandfather are putting pressure on him in. What is his mother’s stand, if she even is in the portrait to begin with? What about his sister that seems to do no wrong?

[ c h a s i n g  f o x e s ]: write about how he perceives being on Jamie Heather’s urgent to do list. What is his stand? How does their dynamic go? Is it a game of seduction or simply a ‘tag, you’re it’ for Miles?

[ m y  s a d n e s s  i s  p o e t i c ]: write about what is unsettling him and the effects these things have on him. Does Miles see a psychologist, being depressed? How does he act on it? Is he trying to hide it, or maybe mocking the pain? 

Bill Skarsgard (current)

Dylan O’Brien

Alberto Rosende

Dane Dehaan

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Regretfully, the role of Miles Kenilsworth is reopened due to personal issues and time restraints. We will definitely miss Cece, wish her the best and welcome her back if she decides to return. In the meantime, please unfollow:

MILES KENILSWORTH ( @worthmiles)

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The following accounts have 24 hours to become active or contact the main to avoid the roles being reopened. In case you need a hiatus, please message us to request it.

MILES KENILSWORTH ( @worthmiles )

CHARLOTTE ZERILLI ( @charzerilli )

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WELCOME TO OXFORD TO THE FOLLOWING STUDENTS!

JAMIE HEATHER

SOPHIA CLARE

LANA CHAMBERS

CHARLOTTE ZERILLI

MILES KENILSWORTH

NICHOLAS MERCER

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CONGRATULATIONS, CECE!

You have been accepted to play the role of MILES KENILSWORTH with the faceclaim of BILL SKARSGARD. Please create your account and send it to the main in the next 24 hours. If anybody at all told me that a paragraph sample based solely on a Starbucks order would win me over completely, I would have found it the joke of the night, but your capacity to place weight into the slightest details made my jaw drop. It is clear to me that you are an extraordinary writer and I feel honored to have received an application from you. Although there were two application for Miles, that I found equally suggestive and well-written, I believe it is you I wrote Miles for and that the role fits you like a glove. Words cannot express how much you impressed me —  or perhaps they would have been able to, if written by your talented hand  — but consider me hooked. I can already see that roleplaying against you is going to be an experience to remember!

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name and pronouns: Cece // she&her

Age: Twenty-two (22)

Time-zone: Eastern Standard Timezone (EST)

Activity level: The only limiting factors present currently would include my university studies in costume designing, interning at a theatrical company, and my participation in another roleplay group. With those regards, I would rate myself a 7.5 on a scale of 10.

Triggers: I do not have any triggers.

IN CHARACTER INFORMATION

TW: Mentions of depression, a parent figure leaving, emotional abuse, self-destructive behaviors, and death due to military participation will be discussed.

Desired character:

I am poetically driven.

It was an autumn day when I sat outside the campus dorms with my legs crossed over the patch of kicked grass. A bitter coldness reddened my cheeks as I fiddled over with the leather covering the notebook in hand. Pages flipped with the wind’s gentle breeze, and my unnatural, ebony hair sprang across against the red brick wall that supported my back. A mass of students strolled by carrying their belongings, stuffing hands into winter pockets, and they chatted about the upcoming film they planned on reviewing. My dark orbs only watched as they stepped over the cracks on pavements, and I noticed how lips would remain curved even when nothing enjoyable was being said. There was no joke. There was no flirting. It was just spoken vowels and consonants.

That’s when everything clicked for me.

Simple actions can inspire emotions. Little do we think about the impacts our daily words have on others. During my time in theater, working behind the scenes, I’ve realized that every word spoken on stage has a meaning. A play has the typical duration of one hundred twenty minutes. Time cannot be wasted, for there is a story to be told within a time limit. In life, I perceive the same to be occurring, for there is a story to be told within a time limit that no one is aware of. Any day could be our last.

Before this section turns into some ramble about how we, the people, interpret time, I will begin to explain how my perception of poetic devices allowed me to fall in love with Miles Kenilsworth. It has come to my attention in a recent ask from an anonymous taker that each name has been derived with a purpose. In Mile’s surname, worth is a word that can be drawn out. For a character who doubts his worth within the family, it is ironic to think the word can even be present constantly in his life. He does not even realize it. Perhaps through plots, one day Miles will take notice of the worth he has always possessed. His first name, Miles, alone serves a purpose in contradiction. My intention does not include calculating his net value in just a week of plotting. It’s going to be a long process—miles to be driven before we reach our destination of characterization. His name is ironic.

Poetry is ironic.

Gender and pronouns of the character:

Cis Male // his&him

Changes:

It would be an honor to use Bill Istvan Günther Skarsgård as a faceclaim for Miles. His face is very befitting for the role.

There are no changes to be made.

Traits:

SENSITIVE, TIMID, INTELLIGENT // Miles has always been considered the most sensitive amongst the family. His father would send cold stares when he was about to break into his timid natures that illustrated weakness in front of family associates. When he attended the private academy for his final years of studies, he would isolate himself, for there was the insecurity of the other boys shoving him to the side due to his weakness and easy breaking point. One could easily find the well-dressed man sitting at the quad with no company reading a book that no one could tell you about. Much of his acquired knowledge came from the print of various novels.

SELF-DESTRUCTIVE // I do want to mention that one important quality that I would like to explore for characterization would be his depression. His condition has not been diagnosed, nor has he been able to stimulate any concern on his mental health to such extremes. He does go to see a psychologist, but he mainly goes to see her to talk about the stress of his family and how he perceives that his power is being limited. It will be later with more sessions when he will realize that the constant despair and pressure he has been through for numerous years will correlate to a diagnosis of depression. His depression relates to the self-destructive attributes, for he does spark most of the pressures. He picks every little detail within every situation, and there is always a way to degrade his value. He can break down into nasty tantrums, and that would be a moment I would like to explore for a plot.

Extras:

(001) Diana has always been the kindest. During Sunday brunches—held on the third Sunday of every month—the two would escape into the corridor of the forgotten path for it took one to the room of thinking, a room with little to no inspiration leaving the mind to formulate its own. Diana was Miles’ younger sister. She was two years younger, and she was as gentle as he was. Often, the family would point the two out for being weak links belonging to the surname, and the pair would have to sit stiff at the table with no comments to be made, for that would be considered rude, and, then again, they were too weak to ever make a comment against their family. Hazel hues would travel across as a radiating smile danced across her blush cheeks and scarlet lips. She was innocent, naive, and the sister every brother would swear to protect no matter what. Holding her hand, Miles would listen to every word, for she was soft spoken, and her heart raced out every taunting emotion. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you,” he would caress, a hand running through her straightened hair. She was the sibling who he related with the most. Diana, him, and three older brothers. They all cared for Diana, but he was the one to be her guardian angel. Leaving her behind alone in the household, all brothers having attended or attending Oxford, he was saddened to do so. He did not want to leave her in a house where no one saw potential in her. He makes sure to call her every day, though.

(002) During his younger years, Miles learned to play the violin thanks to a private tutor he personally sought out. He would tell his father that he was part of the chess club after school, but the truth was that he would ride his bike across the country to a small cottage where an older woman would teach him the art of the violin. It’s in the cottage where he grew into his skin as a wide eyed boy who was intrigued by the great history of the classical arts and philosophy. The older woman, as well, had a son. He was a year older than Miles, and he would always lurk in the shadow as if watching in envy at the interaction between the Kenilsworth and his mother. Bitter vocabulary would be thrown at the male when the woman was not around, and Miles would only sit taking the hits with no reaction. Weak. The older boy would later be known as his first lover. No one ever forgets their first love, especially not Miles who was a hopeless romantic due to his connection with the arts and poetic perspective. In his dorm, there is a picture of the older man sitting on his desk. The lad is tailored in military garments, and it was the last image sent to him before he received news of his passing during war. Whenever anyone asks who the man is, Miles can only shrug and suggest the response that he was just a former friend.

(003) Due to his content admiration of the arts and the realm of free thinking, he guises his heavy fascination with the degree of Psychology, Philosophy, and Linguistics in order to appease not only himself but his family. The Kenilsworth are pleased that Miles concluded to study three branches of thinking, especially psychology, for they see great potential with such a degree. Glad to satisfy their demands, he also fulfills his own desires hoping to throw them all off for just a while longer.

QUICK FACTS:

a) Full name: Miles Turner Kenilsworth

b) Birth date: January 4th, 1997

c) Romantic and Sexual Orientation: Homoromantic and Homosexual

d) He only has one older brother still attending Oxford; his name is Samuel. The other two brothers are now professional workers; their names are Garrett and Benedict.

e) Their mother left the family shortly after the birth of Diana to wed another man after announcing that she was having an affair with him for two years. This explains one reason as to why the father is not truly fond of Diana nor Miles, for he speculates that they are not of his blood, but of the other man. That, though, is not true. They are both biologically Kenilsworth.

PARA SAMPLE

A bewildered crescent dwindled over the surface of the moon, pools of the forgotten stars further lost within the depth of the galaxy. In the darkness, a shadow looms over lanky positions sloped over the terrain of the unpaved roads. Anthropocentric hands print the dust of a destiny which calls for man to be the extreme leader of every facet of life. The world continues day by day to record the rich history of humankind: When have one ever paid a cent to read the daily paper for a story on a raccoon being glory? It’s always man manifesting the eminent executions shaping each passing epoch.

                     Man is power.

        Hazel hues doze onto the mahogany table centered in the enclosed room. Beige walls, a painting of a man lingering on thoughts, flowers all calling to the plastic aesthetic, and there’s a crimson fabric draping over the half-opened window. The room is one many fear. A sense of familiarity, a sense of organization, a sense of common sense; they were all notional qualifications in the theory of Miles Kenilsworth. The room was daunting to any client who stepped over the boundary of admitting there is a wrongful digit in their series of codes. Pressing control+alt+delete was not rebooting the system, and blue screens flickered before his eye. Soon, he became tired of the loading, and he was in desperate need of an update to the software.

        A woman sits adjacent with a tinge of anomalous overlapping her coal orbs. A seven second observation was all it took for Miles to fill the pages of her story. A young, naive immigrant with feet that could paddle the ocean blue for hours where the center of the world became her home. Ocean currents tilted her petite physique into a bending figure to play with, but a smile still sailed across with the breeze. Storm currents. Lightning strikes never made her flicker, and the bursting, roaring funnels of clouds never pushed her under the pressure—squeezing her lungs into collapse. She kept swimming, unaware of the mystic brutality underneath. She was naive unlike Miles who has shaken hands with Poseidon.

        “What’s on your mind, Miles?” It was a question that traumatized the mind, for truth ventured over into a quick minute advertisement. No subliminal message went unseen. Truth: Nothing was on his mind. Curse the child for ever being preoccupied with the silly doodles of the perfect life. Curse the child for ever being polite to authoritative parents who only tugged on his polo collar. Curse the child for never listening when they told him that life is a set of expectations to oblige. Curse the child for tiring out his core, the fuel out of maximum; curse the child for falling off the tracks that he no longer had a thought to process. What would be the point?

        Averting his focus upward, a chill shuffled to take a seat beside the twenty year old. Brushing fingertips, the pale male stiffened as his coffee stained lips drenched into a flat line. His foot tapped. His mind was now racing on what to say. Any other would ask the question, and he would riddle a faulty statement, but, with the therapist, he told the truth. If he could admit to himself that he needed guidance, he might as well accept the guidance. That was logical.

        “The barista delivered me a French Vanilla Latte when I ordered a Triple, Venti, Half Sweet, Non-Fat, Caramel Macchiato.”

        Little did the therapist note on her notebook that the response was more than just a filler to avoid the question provided. He did answer the question: Even the barista ignores my power.

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This roleplay is lovely and I've fallen in love with Miles. Raluca, why must you do this to me?

Well, dear, if you manage to find it in your heart to forgive me for “what I have done to you”, I can do nothing but thank you for the kind words and encourage you to apply.

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I hope you plan on posting more biographies today!

I hope I haven’t failed you too much. I mean, that was the plan, especially after promising an anon I would have Miles Kenilsworth up by Saturday, but I fell asleep writing his biography and just now did I wake up. I’ll be writing biographies for the next hours, though, and I intend to make it up queueing some for all the following day.

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I’d love to see Miles Kenilsworth bio, do you have a date on when you might be posting him?

First of all, let me hug you. Now that we have checked that, to answer your question, I have no set date for the bios, but if you are interested, I’m flattered, so let’s make a deal. I pinky promise to have him up on the main until Saturday.

Thank you for your interest and I certainly hope to meet your expectations and see an application from you if it sparks. Have a good day,