Jazmine Soleil Vinewicz

[Jazmine Vinewicz]

Jazmine Soleil Vinewicz

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THE BASICS[/color]
Full Name: Jazmine Soleil Vinewicz
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: August 12, 1990
Group: Undefinable
Year/Job: Senior
Sexuality: Bisexual, unsure.


APPEARANCE
Hair Color: Platinum with brown extensions.
Eye Color: Blue.
Ethnicity: Polish and Lithuanian.
Overall Appearance:

Boys! Grab your guns
With platinum hair, you could call her a bombshell. It reaches just below her ribs, usually adorned with a numerous colours. Most often it’s simple platinum and brown. She’s a fan of extensions, as one might notice. It’s bad enough putting all of that peroxide in her hair, she wouldn’t want to further harm the environment. Jazmine usually wears her hair straight, but at the odd time you might see her with it in braids or with a mild perm.

We weren’t made perfect
It takes a lot of effort to get nearly flawless skin. Porcelain skin is a nice contrast to the colour of her hair. Jazmine has her lip pierced on the left side, a Monroe piercing on the right, and her bellybutton is also pierced. Her parents weren’t really fans of the piercings, but she’d argued with them that no one was made perfect. Therefore, it wasn’t hurting anyone to get them done.

Baby, she’s a stunner
If you’ve ever seen the way that sky reflects on ice in the wintertime, then you’ve seen her eyes. Jazmine’s eyes are a pale, icy blue encompassed by a ring of darker blue. It’s the characteristic trait of your stereotypical blond female. At the odd time you may see her wearing glasses, but not often. She’s more of a fan of contacts.

Good things come in small packages
Jazmine wouldn’t say that she dislikes her body. She just doesn’t always enjoy being as small as she is. She’s often been asked if she was anorexic because she’s got such a slim frame. It’s the result of having a small build. Bone structure plays a key role in these sorts of things. One thing she does like about herself is her height. Jazmine stands at 169cm without heels on. It’s fun being tall, and it makes her feel like it makes up for everything else.

The hipster
Her clothing consists of a lot of colours. You may see her with layers of things. For example, an ensemble of leggings, high heels, a tutu. A lot of her clothing is hand made or from thrift stores. Almost every article of clothing Jazmine owns has been modified in some way to fit her own personal style. She cuts her own hair, and is known for wearing brightly coloured make up, nothing over the top though. Someone once told her, “You know, hipsters have to own a black hoodie.” Of course, she does own a black hoodie, but who doesn’t these days? When she isn’t making her own clothes or buying clothes from thrift stores, Jazmine wears a lot of clothing from underground labels.

The prepster
Long t-shirts may be sported as dresses. Some of her clothing is matched with shorts that are shorter than a teenage girl’s mother and father would like them to wear. It doesn’t make a different to her though; she would rather be her own individual than follow everything her parents want her to do. Her dressed may contain interesting patterns and subtle colours. She’s also a huge fan of plaid, fancy jackets and colourful heels.

Ribbons and skulls
A lot of her accessories consist of ribbons, headbands, hats, flashy bracelets and skulls. Her necklaces may have gems, pearls, silver hearts, plastic hearts, and flashy designs on them. She wears a lot of silver bracelets and bangles, sometimes sporting the odd plastic bracelet here and there. Interesting earrings and knee-high socks are also essential to an outfit with her, sometime throwing in fishnets to complete a look. Jazmine isn’t the kind of girl who wears millions of rings, though. She’ll wear one and then her outfit is complete.



Face Claim: Betsy Oslund


PERSONALITY
Likes:

• Sugar
  
• Environmentalism
  
• Beaches
  
• Photography
  
• Daydreams
  
• Meditation
  
• Fashion
  
• Ice cream
  
• Giggling
  
• Texting
  
• Politics
  
• Cupcakes
  
• Writing
  
• Music
  
• Rain
  
• Nighttime
  
• The moon
  
• Dancing
  
• Weed
  
• Vodka coolers
  
• Attention
  
• Sprinkles
  
• Monsters
  
• Horror flicks
  
• Broken mirrors
  
• Records
  
• New people
  
• Bows
  
• Tutus
  
• Safety pins/paper clips

Dislikes:

• Early morning
  
• Animal cruelty
  
• Eerie silences
  
• Lace and frills
  
• Coffee
  
• Empty spaces
  
• Hospitals
  
• Most insects
  
• Leather
  
• War
  
• Imperfection
  
• Science
  
• Selfishness
  
• Thoughtless actions
  
• Liars
  
• All time lows
  
• Bobby pins
  
• Violence
  
• Broken bones
  
• Unsweetened chocolate
  
• Splenda
  
• Most fast food
  

Fears:

• Being alone
  
• Being unsuccessful
  
• Breaking bones
  
• Spiders(all kinds)
  
• Snakes
  

Goals:

• Become a model
  
• Have her face known around the world
  
• Get more people to care about the environment
  
• Win an award

Overall Personality:

Jaunty - Having a buoyant or self-confident air
Jazmine almost always has a smile on her face. She’s not afraid of trying new things. A lot of people refrain from doing certain things because they’re afraid of what other people will think or how they’ll looking doing it. Jazmine isn’t one of those people. She walks with a bounce in her step and a grin that reaches her eyes. Nothing different really bothers her. She enjoys taking risks and has a good time doing so. After all, what’s life without a little bit of excitement?

Rebel - A person who resists any authority, control, or tradition
If there is one thing this girl enjoys, it’s going against her parents wishes. She’s done it time and time again, for example, the piercings. Her parents made it quite clear that they didn’t want her to get piercings. They said it was something about respecting her body and how if she were meant to have these things, she’d be born with them. Well, no one if perfect, therefore to be an individual, she should be allowed to pierce whatever she wanted. Of course, parents wouldn’t think that, but alas, the world is a changing age. Jazmine loves to party, she loves to drink, and she loves to smoke weed. It’s about the only thing she smokes, actually. Her parents would probably have heart attacks if they knew half of the things she did. Let’s just say she’s not into the traditional beliefs of her family, where not drinking or smoking or putting holes in your body was key.

Flirt - To make playfully romantic or sexual overtures
You can’t blame the girl she loves to flirt; who doesn’t? It’s something that comes naturally to her. It really isn’t all that hard to twist your hair around your finger, make eye contact and giggle a lot. Even having your hand accidentally brush against someone’s isn’t a hard task. Jazmine loves flirting, it’s essential in her life. Without it, wouldn’t things just be boring? And boring things aren’t interesting. Besides, flirting isn’t a bad thing, is it?

Cocky - Overly self-assertive or self-confident
She can’t deny being cocky. It’s in her nature. Jazmine isn’t always cocky, though. When it comes to modeling, though, she’s quite cocky. It’s not always a good thing, because it’s a huge turn off, and she’s aware of that. But sometimes you can’t help but to let things get out of hand. Confidence is a good thing, but overconfidence, that’s an entirely different story. It’s part of who she is, though, and it really is hard to change your ways sometimes.

Faithful - Steady in allegiance or affection; loyal; constant
Jazmine always puts her friends before anything else. She’s always there whenever someone close to her needs her. The people that are close to her have her heart, and she wouldn’t want anything to upset them. She’ll never say a bad thing about a good friend, maybe an ex-friend, but never a friend that’s kind to her.

Spiteful - Showing malicious ill will and a desire to hurt
If you aren’t Jazmine’s friend and you get on her bad side, it’s always good to prepare for a fight. She’ll never hit a person that just goes against all her morals but she isn’t afraid of slinging nasty words between people. After all, you can do a lot more damage to a person with verbal abuse than you can with physical abuse. At least this way the hurt doesn’t show for everyone to see. So, mess with her or her friends, and you can pretty well prepare yourself for Little Miss Bitchy.

Unchaste - Characterized by sexual suggestiveness, transgression, or excess
To be blunt, she likes sex. Who doesn’t, though? She’s the kind of girl that likes to go to parties and meet new people. It’s not like she doesn’t have morals or anything, she just likes to have a good time. And sometimes there aren’t many ways to have a good time with someone other than those things. Of course, a lot of the time she may not remember some of these things because she could have been drunk, but it doesn’t really make much of a difference to her.

Upbeat - With a positive mood
Jazmine is quite bubbly you could put it. She enjoys going out and doing things that are different or new. Sometimes she’ll think that just walking around in a grocery store is fun. Whatever she’s doing, she’ll try to put some fun into it. Of course, that isn’t always an easy thing to do, especially when it’s hot outside. It doesn’t take much effort for her to be able to find something that will interest her. Usually, as long as she’s with her friends, she’ll be fine to go out and do things. Even so, she loves to do things that are new and exciting.

Spontaneous - Coming or resulting from a natural impulse or tendency
She likes to do things spontaneously. For example, she may be walking down the street and decide that she’s going to go see someone, get her hair done, or go shopping. It’s usually something that she finds exciting. Jazmine enjoys road trips too, so sometimes she’ll take her parents car for a couple of days and just go, drive to wherever her heart desires her to go; not literally her heart, but wherever she decides she wants to go.

Depression - A condition of general emotional dejection and withdrawal
There are times when Jazmine finds herself in a depressed state of mind. It’s quite normal for most teenagers. This doesn’t happen often, only when she’s overcome with a great amount of sadness that she doesn’t know how to handle. Otherwise, she’s happy. But, like any person, she does get depressed sometimes.

Melodramatic - Exaggerated and emotional or sentimental
Jazmine can be melodramatic sometimes. It’s not necessarily over stupid things, though. If something means a lot to her and she’s had her heart set on it, then yes she will make a big deal out of it. Maybe a bigger deal than is necessary, but not out of things like a broken nail. But, if she were to lose something or not get something she was really hoping for, she can act melodramatic.

Perfectionist - A person who demands perfection of himself, herself, or others
When it comes to things that are important in her life, Jazmine is a perfectionist. She’d love to think of herself as the picture perfect person, of course she knows that perfection is something that cannot be achieved, but she likes to try. It’s only something she would like for herself, not really caring about what other people want with their lives, but it is crucial to her. That being said, she’s obsessive compulsive. If you walk into her room, everything has a place. If it’s not neat or things are disorganized, she’ll freak out. She’s a bit of a neat freak, but she’s not over the top obsessive compulsive, even if she doesn’t like germs.


HISTORY
Birth place:Marijampole, Lithuania
Family: Mother; Rozete Petravicius-Vinewicz; 39
Father; Audrius Vinewicz; 43
Brother; Jacek Vinewicz; 17(twin brother)
Overall History:

Part 1: Summer of 1990 to Spring 1999

The story begins on August 12th, 1990. It was a quarter past three, early morning and the sun was just barely coming up in the sky. It was red, actually. One baby had already come, leaving the Vinewicz couple with another child on the way. They’d already received a little boy, waiting to see if the next one would grant them with two sons, or a son and a daughter. Ten minutes later, the girl was born. The birth certificate soon read “Jazmine Soleil Vinewicz”.

She spent all of her time with her mother, naturally, seeing as her family was quite traditional and her mother didn’t work. The woman was twenty-two, while the man was twenty-six. It was a happy marriage, not perfect, but happy. Jazmine’s mother would stay in their large home, situated in Marijampole, Lithuania, a place set in northern Europe, close to Poland. Her mother was from Lithuania, living there her entire life, while her father was from Poland.

Growing up, she was surrounded by her family. It seemed like the majority of people in her family lived on the same street as she did. They spoke Lithuanian, naturally, and some English. Jazmine’s first spoke when she was two, soon leading her to learn a whole string of words. Her mother swore that she never stopped speaking once she learned the art of it, which may very well be true.

Her best friend was her brother for most of her life, actually. They were quite alike; they were Jacek and Jazmine, the terrible two. It started after they’d began going to school. They would pull pranks on the other children, putting glue on their seats, sand in their lunchboxes, and they would cut off their shoelaces.
Needless to say, no one really appreciated this. It then elevated to playing tricks on their parents, switching the shaving cream with shampoo and putting sugar in their mother’s coffee, which she invariably drank black.

At the age of eight, Jazmine seemed to realize that there were many more people she could hang out with, aside from her brother. She’d met a bunch of girls in her class, instantly clicking with them. From the start of her life, she’d been a tomboy, her favorite colour was blue, and she wore t-shirts that were too big for her small frame, and shorts that went past her knees. All that mentioned she hadn’t really been much of a sight. This changed when she met these girls. She didn’t spend much time with her brother anymore, finding out they all lived close by. Every day after school, they would go to one person’s house, talk and play. It was then that she started to wear fitted t-shirts, skirts, and her new favorite colour was instantly the ever-so-flattering shade of light pink.

The summer or ’98 was probably her favorite. It was spent sitting by a pool, surrounded by trees and flowers that were blooming with colours that could nearly pass as florescent. There were times when she would stay there until late night, her feet dipped in the water, the sound of crickets heard in the silence of the night. Everything seemed perfect and it made her happy. Then the summer came to an end, bringing school back to a start.

School used to be one of her favorite places to be. She used it for her social life, but then she realized that there was far more to it than that. It seemed that while the summer was taking its course, Jazmine’s friends had moved on. None of them spent time together, like the friendship that they had just faded away with the summer. This is when she decided that maybe studies were more important than friendships. So, she would spend all her time studying, not doing much else. Jazmine didn’t even really try and make new friends; she was content being on her own.

By the time spring came, she was bored with the things that were surrounding her, wanting to see something new. That may sounds odd, considering she was nine at the time, but it was true. When she got home one day, she asked her father if they could go visit her grandparents in Poland that summer. This seemed to please the man as he’d been trying to get them to go there for quite some time now, so he said he’d arrange it, which he did.

Part 2: Summer of 1999 to Spring 2005

Jump to feet stepping out of a car, overlooking a large Victorian looking house. This would be the house of her grandparents. Having to stay in Marijampole for work, her father couldn’t go there with her. So, she’d gotten on a plane with another family member, an aunt that was visiting, and was headed to Poland. It was a beautiful atmosphere; she loved it. The new scenery was a nice change from the familiarity that was home.

Most of her summer was spent sight seeing, not particularly making any friends, but getting to know her grandparents better and meeting more of her relatives that she had yet to meet. It was something that was new and different for her, and she liked it. It was when she was boarding the plane back to Marijampole that she opted to return again the following summer, which she did.

School was nothing special; sure she’d made some new friends, at last, learning that life wasn’t anything without friends. She was going to be turning ten this year, spending another birthday away from her family and in Poland. If you were to ask her, Jazmine would tell you that it was her favorite place. She loved it. So, that was where she was going to spend another summer.

This time, she spent her time reading and writing. Her grandfather gave her his old Polaroid camera, which she loved. She spent a lot of her time looking at antiques and china, small bodies of water and different types of plants, documenting her visits and discoveries with the camera. Jazmine also stumbled upon a boy one day. His name was Wilhelm, which she learned meant William in English. They became close friends, and she was quite sad when she had to leave.

School was still nothing special, really. Her home life was normal, though she tried to get out as much as possible. Her grades started to rise and fall, it was a continuous thread. Jazmine stopped going to Poland for a few summers, staying with her family. The summers weren’t nearly as interesting to her, but she went to a lot of parties and events with people she knew.

It was the summer of 2004, she was nearly fourteen, and she’d decided to go to Poland again, just so she could visit with her grandparents who she’d been writing. It was quite odd how she’d never spoken to them or met them before she went the first time, and now they wrote constantly. A smile was adorned on her face as she walked through the door, getting a welcoming hug from both grandparents.

Jazmine spent most of her time with Wilhelm. They’d walk around the town, sit in the backyard and talk when the sun was hot, and go out to parties with Wilhelm’s friends when they were going on at night. One night, she found herself kissing Wilhelm in his backyard, his mother coming out in shock, cursing at them and telling Jazmine she never wanted to see her again. Needless to say, that was the last time she saw Wilhelm.

Spring of 2005, she called to Poland, her aunt picking up the phone. She had wanted to make plans to go visit her grandparents, but she was presented with some bad news from her aunt. Her grandmother past away a few weeks prior, which saddened her greatly. The worst part was that her aunt told her that only a few days after her grandfather past away. Therefore, they wouldn’t be around. She did, however, say that she was more than welcome to stay with her. Jazmine refused the offer, not wanting to visit if her grandparents weren’t there; it wouldn’t feel right.

Part 3: Summer of 2005 to Present

It started when she was sixteen, the rebellious stage of her life. Her parents blamed it on the death of her grandparents, having watched as her daughter had isolated herself from the world for nearly a year. It seemed like grief had taken it’s toll on her and she was ready to fight back. After all, why not live life to it’s fullest and have some fun when she didn’t know when she might leave the world.

Jazmine started drinking, going to parties and smoking. Of course, she only smoked weed. It wasn’t like it would make a difference, cigarettes were cigarettes, and they were all bad for you. But, she insisted that weed was much more “natural” than anything else. Of course, she never told her parents about these things, just her brother.

One day, she came home with two piercings, and her mother nearly passed out. Her father proceeded to tell her that she wasn’t made to have them; if she were she’d have been born with them. But, of course, she’d had a comeback, telling him that she wasn’t born perfect. After that, he left her alone.

Basically, she became a party girl, going to parties every weekend; smoking on a regular basis and alcohol was part of the routine as well. She didn’t particularly like alcohol, though. The only kind she drank was vodka coolers, simply because they had fruity flavors to them and she liked them.

Jazmine’s grades were slipping, her friends weren’t the best people ever, she was having sex here and there, whether she knew she was or not, and her parents were concerned. After all, this wasn’t how they planned their daughter to be. Jazmine regretted telling her brother anything about her life, having discovered that he was telling her parents. He was the reason why they were shipping her off to school in San Francisco, and she wasn’t at all pleased about this. But, it was a new place, new people. This could very well be interesting.

Time for a new book, time to start a new chapter in life.



ABOUT YOU
Name: Emily
Age: Nearly fifteen.
Years Roleplaying: About five years.
Rule Phrase: admin edit
Sample Roleplay:

"There’s a light bulb dangling from string
It’s slowly swaying up over my head now
As I jot down the words that’ll never be sung
And wait for my headache to numb
And the wind sounds as if the world’s sighing
And the moon’s just a torn fingernail
As the TV flickers and hums by the wall
And I wait for my eyesight to fade

So, So, So
It’s so damn slow
So, So, So
It’s so damn slow"


The lyrics that ran through the stereo on the ground next to her. One would probably look at the girl and find it quiet odd that she would actually have a stereo with her. But, well, there wasn't really anyone around to be bothered by it. Then again, who would imagine really anyone going to the pier at such an early time in the morning? Most people were probably just rolling into bed at this time or they were sleeping. But not this girl; she'd gotten up at about three and had come to the pier. She just felt like being alone. Not really sure why she wanted to be alone, but well, sometimes you just need to be by yourself, even if it leads you to a pier at three and staying there with a rather old stereo until five in the morning.

Having a sound such as that in the morning might bother other people, mainly because well, they were probably old, for one. And also sometimes having music on upon waking or stepping outside is dull. But, well, it was quite isolated at the pier, so she didn't really think that anyone would be bothered by it. And if they were, well, that was their problem, not hers. It wasn't like the girl wasn't considerate of other people, but it's a public place and if she wanted to listen to music then no one could really stop her because they would be taking away a right that she had as a human being. And that was the right to listen to her own music in a public place.

The weeks had been going kind of like the chorus of that song. So, so, so, it's so damn slow. That would pretty much describe the past few weeks. It wasn't so much that she didn't really try and help the fact that it was slow, because she did. She just hadn't really found something that was worth enjoying. Because when you only know a few people and half of the time those people are with other people or something or another, well, it gets boring. She didn't want to depend on people to do things with her. She should be able to find her own fun. But, well, lately that's been kind of hard to do. Sure, she could go out for a drink or something, but who goes and drinks by themselves? That's just...well, that's just silly.

Getting attention is a good thing, but usually if someone goes out and decides they're going to have a drink, they go with friends. And if they're alone, someone might think that they're one of those pathetic people that just drown all their sorrows in alcohol. And well, this girl didn't roll that way. She liked going and drinking, yeah, who didn't? But, when she did go, she liked to be with people. It made things a lot more, well, interesting, I suppose. It wasn't like she was afraid to go drink by herself, but to be honest; it's much safer to do things like that in a group. Wow, like going to the pier at three in the morning is really something that's safe.


"And the bright-eyed choke on ambition
And the old folks circle their graves
And the young ones are busy destroying their names
And you’re still just wasting away.
I sit and watch the screen for a message
Some kind of sign that says we’re OK
But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing off
And wait for my conscience to break.

So, So, So
It’s so damn slow
So, So, So
It’s so damn slow"


The song faded on, pumping through the stereo. She barely seemed to notice it, really. Everything was slightly numb. Maybe it was because she was utterly bored. Who could really be sure? Well, in times like this, there's really only one thing that a person can do. And what is that, you ask? Well, you pull out a cigarette and see if the time will pass and someone will come and sit with you. But of course, that hope is always that someone that is rather skilled in conversation will come along. Because it's just going to be a bigger bore if you just sit there not really talking. And for the girl, well, that would just cause her to get up from her seat on the wood of the pier over looking the water and gripping her stereo tightly by the handle, she would skip away. And then she would be gone; such a shame that would turn out to be.

No one really would like to sit alone for the amount of time that she had been, but what could you do, really? There's only so much a person can do; whatever. The sun was rising in the east, and the moon was slowly fading into the rising light. Sunrise was beautiful. It was the beginning of day, and interesting things happened in the day, sort of. I guess, not really. Night was usually a better time, I mean, no school during the night, partying, dancing, lots of fun things to do. So, what could a person really do? Well, ice cream in the day, swimming in the day, but swimming in the night worked too. Hum, well, we'll see what happens then.

Reaching a hand into the pocket of the fitted jacket that was draped around her shoulders, keeping her body warm in the cool air of the November morning, she pulled out a single cigarette and a lighter. Placing the cigarette to her lips, she lit the cigarette and voila. There we have our first part of the little story that might be on it's way. Who really knows what might come from this.

Inhaling, Rinamarie held the cigarette between her index finger and her middle finger of her right hand. Moving it away from her mouth, she exhaled gently, looking out at the water. With her free hand, she patted her hair a little bit pulling up the hood of her jacket and tugging her knees close to her thin body. It was sort of nice being alone, because she could think about things. But, honestly, who would want to be alone all the time? That would just get annoying.

Think about it. Never having anyone to talk to, just you, alone with your thoughts. You think that you would get tired of hearing your own voice inside your head. Maybe that was what drove people to a breaking point? All those people in the loony bins, maybe they had been alone so long that they went mad? Well, there had to be at least one person in a loony bin that had that happen to them. In fact, Rinamarie seriously thought that she might go mad if she had to spend another minute alone with herself, because thoughts seemed to be taking over her mind. And half the time they were just stupid!


"I hope you’re learning to listen
And I hope you’re learning to stay
And I hope you find what you’re missing
And I hope that you’re making you’re way
I’m a head case if I don’t keep moving
And my head hurts if I don’t sit still
It’s an itch that I’ll never stop scratching
It’s a hole that I’ll never quite fill.

So."


Uncomfortable with her current seating position, Rinamarie moved her knees from her chest, lying down, resting herself on her elbows. Well, it wasn't that comfortable either, but well, she didn't really care. She took another puff of the cigarette, exhaling again, looking out at the horizon. It was kind of like a pattern. Inhale exhale, look. Inhale exhale, look. Inhale exhale, look. Yeah, you get it.

Rinamarie let a sigh escape from her lips. It was going to be a long day. And she hadn't really gotten all that much sleep. It wasn't really a big deal to her, to be honest. She actually didn't care. But still, it was going to be a long day and she'd have to stay awake through it. Because she wasn't going to go back to the dorm and sleep then be even more bored.

Have you ever felt like if you walked away from the place that you were, you might miss something excited; or something that could be used as a great opportunity? Well, that was how Rinamarie was feeling at that moment. It's sort of funny; if someone she knew were to walk by, they probably wouldn't know it was her. See, the Rinamarie that everyone knew, she wasn't the kind of girl that would go out in the morning and not show up for the rest of the day. She wasn't the kind of girl that you would see sitting around with a cigarette in her hand. The Rinamarie everyone knew was sort of...well, I'm not going to say reserved, but she was more of a goody-goody. Only she wasn't.

The only person that really knew how Rinamarie was when she wasn't with other people was Jeremie. But, she wasn't about to bother him to come and hang out with her, even if she did miss her old friend. The boy that she had pretty much helped from disaster once. But, well, now he was happy and he didn't really seem to need her all that much. Rinamarie didn't really mind... well, sort of. She was deathly happy for the boy, but she did wish to spend more time with him. But, isn't it normal to miss your old best friend? Eh, well, this was better than being in Nebraska. [/blockquote]

[Joshua Hammond]

lovely application. Accepted.
Welcome to Dream Breakers. As soon as you post in the flace claims you will be assigned your group.

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