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  1. HB Survivor: Exile Island | Tribal Council

    I do see my absence placing a target on my back, though I don’t know how much help I would’ve been this challenge. Diva history is not really my strong suit, and reading over the challenge, I don’t believe I would have been the deciding factor in getting our team immunity. I will be voting based on strength; I mentioned from day one that I want to compete against the best, and that hasn’t changed. All I can say to my fellow tribe mates is that they should vote with the future in mind. Who would excel in the challenges to come? Who’s cut out for the pressure of Survivor?
  2. Doll Parts

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  3. HB Survivor: Exile Island | Tribal Council

    I know my inexperience will eventually be the topic of the conversation, and if I were in my tribe mates shoes, I would initially have the same concerns as well. However, I think my dedication and skill will be shown as the competition goes on, along with the success and drive I’ve displayed with some of my other projects outside of Survivor (staying up for days to get Sasha a win in Hurt or Heal and succeeding, being a mainstay in roleplays like my award-winning turn in Full Sail and my long-awaited casting in New Gods, etc.) I’m ready to prove myself to these girls.
  4. HB Survivor: Exile Island | Tribal Council

    That is my priority for sure. If I don’t think you can carry your weight in the group or the competition, I don’t see why you should stay another day.
  5. HB Survivor: Exile Island | Tribal Council

    Having no prior experience with any of my tribe members before, I am boiling my vote down to one simple thing: whether the person I save today can help the City Girls win CONSISTENTLY, all so I can reach that finish line and compete with the best of the best. If I go as far as I plan to, I wanna know I’m competing and beating the top players this game has to offer, and not someone who was able to talk themselves out of an elimination. I’ll be taking not only everyone’s performance during today’s challenge into account, but also their involvement in other aspects of the game as well (like tribal council, interactions on camp, etc) and whether they’ll keep that energy throughout the game.
  6. HB Survivor: Exile Island | Challenges

    *walks down to the beach and starts posing for my shot*
  7. HB Survivor: Exile Island | Challenges

    Passes to Eric
  8. Vincent Monroe | Eros | Ryan Phillippe

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  9. Basil De Luca | Mortal | Matt Le Blanc

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  10. Aurora Keller | Artemis | Jordana Brewster

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  11. Dawson Clarke | Hades | Tom Cruise

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  12. Sebastian Kane | Mortal | Matt Damon

    .ama::-webkit-scrollbar { width: 5px; } .ama::-webkit-scrollbar-track { background-color: #fff; } .ama::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb { background-color: #e59277; } .ama { background-color: #fff; border: #eee solid 1px; padding: 10px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; color: #000; } .amatitle { padding: 20px; background-color: #e59277; font-family: calibri; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; color: #fff; } .amafields1 { padding: 10px; background-color: #e59277; font-family: calibri; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #fff; } .amafields2 { padding: 10px; background-color: #e59277; font-family: calibri; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #fff; margin-top: 1px; }   Sebastian Isaac Kane face claim: Matt Damon canon name: N/A; Mortal associations: N/A; Mortal alias: Seb, gunshot age / apparent age: 24 zodiac: Sagittarius date of birth: November 28th, 1975 place of birth: Olympia, California, USA pronouns: He/Him sexuality: heterosexual moral alignment: Chaotic Good character traits: Rebellious, Easygoing, hotheaded. Flirtatious, stubborn. Passionate, protective, Impulsive, Idealistic world views: Though Sebastian has every reason to resent the world around him. his struggles growing up have shaped him into a caring and ambitious young man. Sebastian knows what it's like to be alone, and as result refuses to turn a blind eye to anybody that could use help. however, as his criminal career grows, he's had to pull back from involving anybody in his dangerous life. physical attributes: The perfect representation of the "all American", Sebastian's striking blue eyes and bright smile paint the picture of a handsome, honest, and hardworking young man, though something darker lingers behind this comforting facade. Tall, lean, and muscular, Sebastian's body is built like a swimmer, all a result of his extensive workouts and demanding work. His golden hair and warm skin only add to his undeniable attractiveness. musical taste: A fan of all things rock, Sebastian tends to listen to everything the music industry has to offer, though some of his most listened to artists include Nirvana, Fleetwood Mac, Metallica, and Pink Floyd. aesthetic: Not really concerned with how he looks most of the time, Sebastian can often be found sporting simple clothing through the week, ranging from plain shirts, simple button ups, larger jackets, washed out jeans, and worn boots. On OCCASION, he'll clean up for a date, though those seem to be few and far between. His carefree style only adds to his classic form of attractiveness, painting him in the light of a young blue collar worker. lifestyle: Mostly on his own between jobs, Sebastian likes to ride and explore the far ends of olympia during his free time, always finding something new during his exploits. Not wanting to involve others in his messed up life, most of Sebastian's socializing occurs with other members of olympia's lucrative world of crime, though he doesn't go out of his way to avoid interacting and befriending regular individuals. occupation: Getaway Driver/Mechanic class: Lower Class genealogy: Rebecca Kane (Mother), Unknown Father, Vanessa Kane (Aunt, Deceased) BIOGRAPHY: Born as the result of a short-lived but turbulent affair, Sebastian Kane started off life unwanted. Serving as a painful reminder of the best (and worst) times of his mother's life, the young child's presence alone seemed to hurt the relationship between mother and son before it even began. Forced into raising a child on her own, Sebastian's mother initially felt that she was not up for the task, her early ineptitude seeming to validate her hasty conclusion. Refusing to try, Rebecca Kane was ready to give up on her child and life as a single mother. It wasn't until Vanessa's timely interference that the young woman saw the opportunity that had presented itself. It was through her younger sister's care and love that Rebecca was able to find the good side of life, and find the will to care and love her son. Brought up by his working mother and loving aunt, life seemed to be going well for a young Sebastian those first few years, if only in a slightly unconventional manner. He was bright, friendly, sociable, and most importantly, empathetic to those around him. He had plenty of friends and lived in a home that didn't lack anything but a paternal figure, which Sebastian didn't really mind. He loved and he was loved. It wasn't until his aunt started craving her past that everything came crashing down. A struggling addict in her younger days, Vanessa would fall back to her old ways after a distressing moment involving Sebastian. Unable to maintain her lifestyle with her current circumstances, Vanessa began involving herself with the wrong people, all while Rebecca remained clueless to what was going on when she was away. By the time Rebecca found out it was all too late: Vanessa owed the wrong person just a little too much, and she died suddenly before she could pay back what she had taken. Heartbroken but unwilling to let this tragedy ruin their lives, Rebecca would attempt to pay off her sister's debts by taking on minor jobs from the man she owed money to, hoping it would eventually be enough to end the madness and protect her son. Sebastian would desperately watch as it proved to be an impossible task, growing to young adulthood witnessing his recovered mother be broken down once more. It was during his first day of high school that life completely changed for Sebastian himself: during a minor heist, Rebecca was shot, leaving her in critical condition. Terrified and devastated, Sebastian would take her place instead, refusing to lose the one person he loved in his life to such a dangerous world. Recruited as a heist driver, Sebastian would be brought up in a world far different from his own, learning the ins and outs of Olympia's world of crime (willingly or not.) The jobs, which started small, grew bigger and more dangerous over time, with important figures beginning to recognize the young man's talent behind the wheel. Soon enough, this treacherous activity became his life, which hurt Sebastian in a way he couldn't quite describe. It was changing him, leading him down a dark path he didn't want to take, one that was completely unavoidable no matter how hard he tried. Constantly fighting the dark urges he felt, Sebastian tried to keep the naive boy from his childhood in mind, just to hold on to that compassion and care that was instilled within him, all to avoid this destiny. Over the years, as he grew comfortable in his role, Sebastian would be hurt and betrayed by everyone he had chosen to trust, building an impenetrable wall around himself in response. He would soon learn that he had no one but himself. Counting down the days to when his aunt's debt would be paid, the young man wonders if he would be willing to give this up, or if this life of loneliness and crime was that of the real Sebastian. PLATONIC: Easygoing and approachable, Sebastian is well-known for his roguish charm and genuine kindness, making easy friends with most strangers whenever the opportunity presents itself. However, years of criminal work in Olympia has exposed the young man to the dark reality of life, harming his ability to establish any long-term connections with others. As a result, Sebastian is unable to develop mutually rewarding connections, lacking the ability to trust anyone completely. Most people who take on the challenge of truly growing close to Sebastian fail, though he secretly longs for someone to break through the unconventional walls he has built around himself. ANTAGONISTIC: Despite his ease in befriending everyone around him, Sebastian has been known to make an enemy or two every once in a while, usually in defense of others. He has a genuine dislike for people who use and manipulate others, which often spills over into his line of work. In the past (when jobs were less risky and dangerous) this often lead to countless of violent altercations for the reluctant driver. Though his feelings of hatred may be intense, Sebastian has started to restrain himself in times of conflict, never acting upon his feelings unless he deems the situation worthy and safe to do so. Any antagonistic storylines with Sebastian will start subtle and gradually build in tension, as he refuses to act until it's  absolutely necessary. ROMANTIC: Sebastian has laid with countless of women, often finding a blossoming romance in his life being cut short by his inability to trust anyone. Like the platonic aspect of his life, Sebastian yearns for the day he can one day find someone to love and cherish forever, though the direction he has taken over time makes this task nearly impossible. The handsome delinquent is rather fond of intense displays of passion and affection when smitten, a side of his personality that he can credit his mother with. When Sebastian falls, he falls hard, though he does his best to hide it. He loves deeply and cares tremendously, despite the convoluted mess that is his life. OTHER: Aside from what has already been mentioned before, I want to chip away at Sebastian's exterior with all kinds of drama and conflict throughout the RP. I'm open to any ideas you may have; Seb isn't scared of taking risks! NONE, 19, Central, Discord: Trinity#6721  
  13. Doll Parts

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    Who? We’re only here for Kathryn Newton, queen of teens
  15. Let's Fall In Love For The Night

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Determined to not miss out on old traditions like midnight kisses, group toasts, and new year resolutions, the intoxicated guests were having a far better time than the lonely waiter standing outside. Though he sneered at them from the sidelines, a little part of Damian almost envied the alcohol-driven foolishness; it always seemed to lead to a good time, even if embarrassment was sure to follow in the morning. He missed that feeling, the one that made him feel happy and completely carefree. He longed for his freedom, missed being able to do whatever the fuck he wanted because he still had his whole life ahead of him; it was his time and no one else's, even if he had no idea of the consequences that were waiting for him at the end. Shaking his head suddenly, Damian quickly turns away from the scene, not wanting to dampen his evening with late night thoughts that he wasn't quite ready to face. The New Year was on its way and he, like many others, was excited for the future, though tonight had made him question his optimism. Starting it off in a less than ideal manner, he wondered if this was a sign of what was to come: endless labor where he spent his time contemplating just how much he had to work before he could head home to prepare for his next shift. It was a constant headache, an endless cycle of tiresome routine. It was also the necessary first step in his new direction. He was determined to make this work, even if his job didn't want to cooperate completely. This was his way of getting back on track, despite the countless of obstacles that were ahead. Counting the money from his sporadic tips through the evening, Damian scoffs at the measly amount he comes up with, tossing the crumpled bills onto a nearby table in frustration. "Jesus fucking Christ. For as much as they boast about being 'stinking rich', you'd think there'd be a little more proof of that." Clenching his chiseled jaw, he runs a tense hand through his messy brown locks, clearly annoyed. Flirty looks and drunken advances didn't exactly pay the bills. Taking off his stained apron, he slowly makes his way to the greener side of the balcony, removing himself from the stress that had surrounded him all night. Undoing a few buttons on his tight shirt, Damian prepares to unwind in the cool Olympia night, rolling up his sleeves to better feel the breeze dance around his bare skin. Balancing an unlit cigarette between his pearly white teeth, the disillusioned waiter gazes out into the sea of twinkling city lights, welcoming the winds as they surrounded him. It was a beautiful skyline, one he painted so often but still couldn't quite perfect. There were so many new colors, so many new details since the last time he searched its intricate canvas with his curious eyes. Stepping away from the comforting edge, Damian goes farther into the small balcony garden, hoping to disappear for a moment. Trailing a curious hand along some of the dewy plant life, he admires the more complex structures as he waits for the clock to strike midnight. Just like the skyline, the beauty of the plants seemed too hard to replicate; each leaf, every structure, all of it had a different story to tell. Pulling out his lighter, Damian goes to burn the end of his cigarette, but stops when he sees something out of the corner of his eye. A black silhouette had joined him on the balcony, their identity hidden by the distance and late night environment. Raising an eyebrow curiously, he turns his attention to the unwelcome stranger, who hasn't quite spotted him among the patch of greenery. Watching the figure carefully between the ivy of the lush garden, Damian can't quite make out who it could possibly be. Tucking his unused cigarette behind his ear, he's unsure of whether he should slip away, or maybe sit back and wait until the stranger was gone; he wanted to be alone.  As the shadow moves into the pale moonlight, Damian is gradually able to make out more of the individual, piquing his already growing interest. From what he could see, the new arrival was a young woman, probably in her late 20's, her frustration made clear by her demeanor and indecipherable words of anger. Not wanting to stick around long enough to deal with any of the fallout, Damian moves closer to the flashing lights of the inside, hoping to head towards the exit and sneak past her to somewhere more secluded. Preparing to step out and make a run for it, she turns his way without warning, forcing him to stop dead in his tracks. Cursing, Damian's reluctant eyes meet the deep brown of hers, and for a moment, he finds himself completely taken aback, unable to look away: they were rich and decadent like chocolate, subtle yet expressive, restrained but uncontrollable. A dangerous spark resided behind their delicate exterior. Her raven hair fell around her shoulders in a shining cascade of black, complimenting her pale skin and painted red lips. She was absolutely stunning, though not enough to keep him around. The evening had soured him on many of partygoers in attendance, and he wanted to get as far away from them as possible.  "Sorry, I was just... leaving. Didn't wanna scare you or anything." Damian awkwardly starts, breaking the growing silence between the two. He could sense that she was still bothered by something, his presence only interrupting her state of mind for a moment. For some reason, that bothered him. "You alright? It's about to be midnight, party's inside." MONTY @Kells