This is a sandbox style role play that is based in a Southern Californian named Ocean City.
This town is home to a prestigious high school and university that students from all over flock to. The school is home to the best teachers in the state and hosts an eclectic variety of students from all over the world. Students have the option to live on campus and in between classes on the weekend are able to roam the town. There is always some kind of event going on. In this role play you can role play high school students, teachers, college students, and the town residents! We encourage character development and being able to follow your character through different stages of life encourages that.
This town is on the water and offers many events for every season along with the schools offering their own events as well. There are many chances to foster positive relationships between characters but this is a slice of life so drama and enemies are bound to be made!
Also, don't think your secrets are safe because there are those who patrol the tides of gossip and report all the going ons in the town gossip blog. Here everyone’s dirty laundry is presented, it’s up to the characters to believe it and do whatever they want with it.
Our members are funny and brimming with sarcasm, we look forward to our new members so we can add to the student and staff populations while further growing our characters and challenging ourselves in our writing skills. Most of our conversations happen off site in our own chat room, which we have a link posted above in the toggled section, until then if you have any questions go ahead and post them in the CBOX, we will get back to you as soon as possible!
Have fun looking around, we hope to meet you soon!
April 20th
At this time Tidwater is, unfortunately, on an indefinite hiatus. All active members have regrouped and started a new rol play forum.
If you would like to join us, it is located here.
Been a prisoner of the past Had a bitterness when I looked back
Was telling everyone it's not that bad 'Til all my shit hit the fan
Name: Blake Huxley
Birthday: August 25
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Orientation: Straight
Status: Single
Playby: Alessandro Hasni
I know I'm always like
Telling everybody, "You don't gotta be a victim
Life ain't always fair, but hell is living in resentment
Choose redemption, your happy ending's up to you"
Had a boogieman under my bed Putting crazy thoughts inside my head
Blake swallowed the lump in his throat. He and Bobby had gone to see their grandfather at his bakery despite being told to stay away.
He looked over at his brother who was happily stuffing his face with a chocolate cupcake, knowing they’d get in trouble if their father saw crumbs on their face. “Wipe your face before we get home.” He told Bobby, who nodded, knowing the seriousness of what might happen if their father found out. Bobby disliked his father, he loved him because he was family, but his father told them baking was for women to do and that they were going to be mechanics like him, to take on the family business. But Bobby and him had found joy in baking with their grandfather, and had wanted to do the same. His father threatened to beat them if he ever found out they’d gone to bake again.
He let Bobby run ahead of him, slowing down when he saw their fathers truck in the driveway. He had hoped he wouldn’t be home yet, but he guessed he finished work early or they had stayed out later than they thought. He watched Bobby enter the house and followed after him, but he felt a strong hand on his shoulder stopping him.
“Blake, I need to speak with you.” His fathers voice was low and rough. He could tell by his tone he was irritated and the smell of beer on his breath was undeniable.
“Okay.” He let his father lead him from the front door to the garage where his father liked to sit and drink for hours after work. He took a few steps inside and stopped, knowing his father was going to ask where he and his brother had been; he'd lie if needed.
“Now, you’re brother and you didn’t show up at the shop today,” his father moved to the fridge that was kept there and pulled out another beer.
“We had football practice.” That was an easy one to use since they did have football practice, but it had ended early.
“Ah, that’s right,” Blake thought they were in the clear as his dad moved to the lawn chair he sat in, but he stopped. “But you didn’t come straight home did you?” He asked and Blake swallowed the lump in his throat. His mouth felt dry and he was getting nervous.
“No, Bobby hung out with the guys for awhile.” He would at least save Bobby from what fate he was about to receive.
“And where did you go?” He heard the beer can being opened as the world around his started blurring.
“I.... I went... I went to um...” Blake couldn’t admit it, he was too terrified of the repercussions he would receive. He looked to the ground.
“What a shame. Was Bobby there too?” His dad shook his head as he took a sip of his beer. Blake watched the wheels in his fathers mind turn as he waited for Blake to tell the truth.
“No. It was just me.” Blake wouldn’t let his brother get hurt too. He looked up at his dad to prove he was telling the truth, even if he was lying. He couldn't let his father hurt both him and Bobby, he'd protect his brother at all cost, even if he was beat to a pulp.
His dad stared at him for a few minutes before walking over to the button that closed the garage door and placed his beer down. Blake watched the door go down, feeling like it was a metaphor for his own life; his father would beat him in the darkness, and when the door would open again, he’d act like nothing happened. The un would be shinning and he’d be the happy son that wanted to take over the family business like his father wanted.
Always whispering, "It's all your fault" He was telling me, "No, you're not that strong"
I'm done reliving my bad decisions I see now maybe there's a reason
◆Goofy◆ [Social] ◆Sweet◆
[Loyal] ◆Peace Maker◆ [Secretive]
◄Personality Traits
Likes►
Baking, cooking, action movies, video games, sports, hiking, camping, city life, collecting keychains
His father, cheaters, terrible store bought cookies, snakes, cleaning, anything with cars, snoring