Endless Adventures (RP group) discussion

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anyways..lets make out ocs!

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mkay..lemme make my oc..(Female)

also, who is who? Like who's the model and who's the rockstar?

the female is the model (Me) you are the rockstar.

Alr!

Stage Name: Roxxie Starfall
Real Name: Verona “Vee” Calder
Age: 27
Pronouns: She/Her
Hometown: San Diego, California
Current Base of Operations: A penthouse above Neon Alley, Los Angeles


APPEARANCE
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Band Name: "Starfall Sirens"

Role: Lead vocalist

*Genre(s): Glam Metal • Arena Rock • Cosmic Glam • Power Ballads

PERSONALITY

On-Stage Persona:
Shamelessly larger-than-life. A cosmic goddess of excess. Bold, seductive, unbreakable.

Off-Stage Personality:
Surprisingly warm, dorky, and soft-spoken. Loves vintage vinyl and old sci-fi movies.

Strengths:
Charisma, creativity, emotional resonance in songwriting, fearless fashion.

Flaws:
Impulsive, messy love life, struggles to trust others, allergic to being told “no.”

Fears / Insecurities:
Being forgotten; losing her voice; disappointing her fans.

Current Career Status:
A global glam-metal queen preparing for her next album, "Cosmic Venom".

Family
Mom: Vanessa Leiana Calder- aged 50; (dead)
Father: Roy Calder-Taught Verona the tips and tricks of music; 57

Love Interests:
Currently single; rumors swirl about her and a Model?!

Fans:
Called “Starburners.” They wear glitter warpaint to concerts.

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Stage Name: Moon
Real Name: Stellar Morris
Age: 23
Pronouns: She/Her
Hometown: LA, California
Current Base of Operations: A large home in the Hollywood hills.


APPEARANCE: Blue eyes, Black hair, Pale, Skinny, Short.




Role: Lead Model

PERSONALITY:

On Stage: Rude, Ignorant, annoyed, irritated

off Stage: Sweet, Kind, Soft, Calm.
Strengths:
Seduction, Flirting, Style, Fashion, Makeup.

Flaws:
Prefers being alone, OCD, Freakishly Clean.

Fears / Insecurities: Not being seen, Always needs lights on her, Feels like she never looks pretty enough.

Current Career Status:
A lovely Model for street wear and party dresses

Family
Mom: Marci Mora -aged 40
Father: Ky Morris -Aged 50

Love Interests:
Current Single, Rumors are her and a Rockstar.

(I just used your template-)

Eee, all good! I love your character :D

should we start?

mhm! You want to or should I?

Can you?

(START)

Stellar walked the runway, head up and confidence up. People gasped over her and drooled over her but she wasn't into it. She kept walking, calmly and certain of her purpose.

Verona lingered in the shadows just beyond the edge of the runway, arms crossed as she watched the show from backstage. She wasn’t supposed to be here—her manager would’ve thrown a fit if he knew she’d snuck out between rehearsals—but when she heard Moon was headlining tonight’s runway, curiosity dragged her straight to the venue like gravity.

As Stellar stepped onto the catwalk, the crowd’s reaction was instant—gasps, whispers, camera flashes exploding like tiny stars. Verona smirked behind her sunglasses.

"No wonder.." She mumbled quietly- mostly to herself.

Verona tilted her head, studying the model’s cool, untouchable expression. When Stellar passed near the wing, Verona couldn’t help herself but stare with a bit of awe- as if the model were made of moonlight instead of flesh and bone. Verona found herself leaning a little closer without meaning to, her breath catching in her throat.

Stellar kept walking, her head up. The dress they put her in was a dark red and matched perfectly with her porcelain skin tone.

She scanned the crowd and noticed Verona and then looked forward, keeping busy due to this being her job and she took it seriously.

Verona’s fingers drummed lightly against her elbow as she watched Stellar glide down the runway, all poise and polished perfection. Even from backstage, Verona could see how the lights kissed the model’s skin, turning her into something almost unreal.

When Stellar’s eyes flicked toward her—just for a heartbeat—Verona felt her posture stiffen, heat shooting straight to her cheeks beneath the oversized sunglasses.

Caught staring.
Great. Smooth, Verona. She felt her own embarrassment flush up as she grumbled.

She shifted her weight, trying to play it cool even though no one was looking at her. Verona lifted her chin, letting a lazy grin tug at her lips as if she hadn’t just been hypnotized by someone who probably didn’t even know her name.

But as Stellar reached the end of the runway and turned, Verona found herself stepping a little closer to the curtain, drawn in despite herself.

When the model passed near the wings again, Verona let her voice slip out—soft, teasing, but unmistakably directed at her this time.

“Careful, Moon. Keep walking like that and you’ll blind the whole room.”

Her tone was playful, but her pulse thrummed hard enough to betray her calm exterior. Not like she would hear her anyway. She just said it- but she had caught Stellar's eyes for a moment..

((Sorry for the late reply!))

Soon Stellar made it to the back of the stage and huffed. People rushed to her, fixing her makeup and getting her ready to change.

She let them, standing still with her head up. The lights made it to where her skin glowed against the light, People called her the Model Agencys Little Sun. She kept her head up, her Green eyes narrowed on another Model whom shudders under her sight. Stellar snickered and soon went back onto the cat walk.

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Bump <3

Verona watched Stellar disappear behind the curtain again, the audience erupting in applause the moment she left the runway. Even backstage, the energy felt electric—like the air itself buzzed around Stellar wherever she went.

She hadn’t planned on sticking around after that first pass. Really, she hadn’t. But when the model emerged again, servants practically orbiting her like frantic little moons, Verona found herself rooted to the spot.

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(( sorrry! <33))

Stellar was treated like the earth itself, no one dared to anger her.
After the show, she cleaned up and got her driver to take her to her house, When home she fed her cat, A pure bred Ragdoll named Kitcat.

Verona didn’t leave right away.

Even after Stellar vanished into the dressing area, the echo of her presence lingered in Verona’s mind like perfume—subtle, expensive, impossible to ignore. She stayed backstage for a few minutes longer, pretending she was only checking her phone, pretending she wasn’t listening for the sound of those measured footsteps.

Eventually, reality tugged her back. Her manager was probably pacing holes in the studio floor by now. She could hear faint texts buzzing from other folks, but she silenced her phone an hour before the show started.

With a quiet sigh, Verona slipped out a side exit into the night, pulling her hood up as she headed out the exit and stood for a Taxi to come back. But even as the city swept past the window, bright lights smearing into blurred streaks, Verona found her gaze drifting to her reflection in the glass.

Those green eyes—Stellar’s eyes—flashed in her memory.

“…Little Sun, huh?” she murmured, almost amused.

When she finally got home, Verona kicked off her boots, tossed her hoodie over the couch, and flopped onto the cushions. She grabbed her phone, revealing the 25+ missed calls and texts from her manager- Later She thought, as she set her phone down and turned on the TV.

Watching whatever news was left- but her memory was just filled with Stellar's eyes and how they'd met for a second. It made her blush- somehow. She grumbled and groaned into her pillow.

Stellar was on the news, for an interview. "So Stellar, How did you get to be where you are now?" The reporter asked "To be honest, Riley, I worked my way for a long time. I took fashion and modeling as a kid and even became a child Model. It was hard, I admit it but I knew I wanted to reach my dream. Some may ask, Why a model? I picked a Model because I want everyone to notice, Models have their own flaws too." She explained, her voice soft "And everyone I work with shudders under my breath, but I'm just professional." She added on.

Verona had been face-down in her pillow, grumbling into the fabric like it had personally offended her, when a familiar voice drifted from the TV—soft, smooth, unmistakably her. Verona froze. Slowly, almost warily, she lifted her head, hair sticking up in uneven directions. Her gaze snapped toward the screen, and there she was: Stellar, sitting under studio lights, looking ethereal even through low-resolution news footage. Verona blinked, suddenly wide awake, her heart giving one—just one—treacherous jump. “...oh, come on,” she whispered, rubbing her cheeks like she could scrub the blush away.

She pushed herself up onto her elbows, eyes fixed on the TV as Stellar spoke about her past, her work, her discipline. Verona wasn’t expecting her voice to sound like that—gentle but sure, steady with a kind of confidence that didn’t shove itself into a room, just filled it naturally. The kind that made you listen. Verona found herself leaning forward without realizing it, her chin resting on her forearm as she studied the slight tilt of Stellar’s head, the way she smiled politely at the reporter. There was something almost… vulnerable tucked behind the professionalism, a softness Verona hadn’t noticed from the shadows backstage.

The interview continued, and despite the casual slouch she slid into, Verona felt a faint pressure in her chest—annoying, persistent, and warm. It wasn’t like her to get caught up in someone else’s story. Yet here she was, hanging on every word like some starstruck nobody. “Models have flaws too,” Stellar said, and Verona’s brows lifted. She scoffed under her breath, though it came out more fond than mocking. “Yeah, right… you look like you were carved out of moonlight,” she muttered. Still, the honesty in Stellar’s voice hooked her—unexpected, genuine, and subtly pulling her closer.

Stellar was asked another question "Why do they call you the sun of modelling?" The reporter asked and Stellar smiled "They call me the Sun because people are known to orbit around me, waiting to please me in someway. Most times, I don't want to be alone, As a child I was always alone, always inside and always isolated until highschool, in which I bloomed and became who I am. People say Models don't have flaws, Well My Flaws cannot be seen, as I cover them all in professionalism." She smiled.

"What about that Rumor about you and a Rockstar?" The reporter asked and Stellar giggled "The claims of me and that rockstar are false, yes, she shows up at my shows and I show up at her concerts, but it is mutual respect." She explained, her voice soft.

As Stellar smiled on-screen, explaining how people “orbit” around her, Verona felt a tiny, involuntary scoff escape her. “Yeah… they really do,” she murmured, though her eyes stayed glued to the screen. Hearing Stellar talk about her childhood—lonely, isolated, quiet—made something in Verona’s chest tighten unexpectedly. She hadn’t expected that kind of honesty. It made Stellar feel real in a way the runway lights never showed. A person, not a sculpture. A warmth she didn’t realize she was craving pressed into her ribs, stubborn and soft.

But then the reporter brought up that rumor—the one Verona had heard jokes about in comment threads, in tabloids, in backstage gossip. Stellar’s laugh was light, almost amused, and Verona’s stomach did a weird little flip she absolutely did not approve of. When Stellar said, “The claims are false… it’s mutual respect,” Verona sat up straighter, a flush crawling up her neck. “Mutual respect?” she repeated to herself, voice tight with a mix of relief she refused to acknowledge and irritation that she even cared. She dragged a hand over her mouth. “God, I’m losing it.”

She shut off the tv and threw the remote onto her couch as she stood up, annoyance -that she hadn't realized- filling in her as she headed over to her fridge and took out some soda. Despite being in her late 20's she still couldn't get herself to drink like the others. She took a jacket and headed for her car, hoping the clear air would cool her off.

Stellar walked around town, hood covering her face but her nails that were all done up and her silky hair showed that it was her. People left her alone as needed, knowing Stellar wouldnt be happy if she was infact bothered.

She took in a breath of air, the cool air going down her throat. Stellar walked, her walk the same one used on the catwalk. She looked down at her phone, Wondering why she spoke about her childhood like that, all she did was tell the truth..but now..Her messages were being spammed with threats from her family, the family she once loved and cared for. She let tears run down her face "Why..why was I born into a family like this.." She asked herself. She took the back of her hand and wiped her tears.

(( Did you want them to like randomly meet or smth?? ))

(If you want, we can.)

Verona had driven aimlessly for a while, letting the cold night air pouring through the cracked window numb her thoughts. Eventually she pulled over near a quiet block—one of those half-lit streets where the city felt softer, less like a spotlight and more like a hiding place. She grabbed her soda, stepped out of the car, and stretched her shoulders, letting the chill bite at her skin.

She wasn’t watching where she was going—still replaying that damned interview in her head—when she rounded the corner of the sidewalk.

At the exact same second, someone else stepped out from the opposite direction, head down, hood pulled up, phone in hand.

They collided hard, Verona’s drink sloshing and nearly leaving her hand.

“—Hey! Watch—”

The words died on her tongue the moment she looked up.

"Oh shi..." Her words stuttered as she looked back at the "random" girl she'd just hit.. her drink completely forgotten. "I- s.. sorry!" She blurted out

Stellar hit the ground, her butt meeting with the concrete as her hood went flying off. She gasped and rushed to put her hood back on, but her identity was already known and there was nothing she could do about it. Stellar sighed "It's okay.." She picked herself up, slowly dusting herself off.

Her phone laid on the floor, going insane with messages and she glared at it for a mili-second before picking it up.

Stellar gave a curtsy, her short skirt and legwarmers a cute match for her hoodie. She started to walk away, yet again.

Verona turned around, instinct kicking in before her brain could catch up. She reached out and caught Stellar’s hands—gently, but firmly enough to stop her from slipping away.

“Stellar… right?”

Her voice came softer this time, the rough edge from the collision gone. Up close, the girl’s eyes looked even more startled, like a deer caught between headlights and a thousand notifications buzzing in her phone. Verona swallowed, suddenly aware of how tightly she was holding her hands, and loosened her grip—just a little.

“I— uh— I didn’t mean to knock you over. I just…” She exhaled, breath fogging in the cold air. “You were leaving fast.” “You okay?”

Her soda dripped onto the pavement, forgotten, pooling near their shoes as Verona searched Stellar’s face—recognition, disbelief, concern all tumbling together in her expression. The street around them felt too quiet now, like the city itself had paused to listen.

Suddenly, Stellar broke down, sobbing "I hate my childhood! I talk about it once and all I get is death threats via family..I though they were meant to be family and care but I was wrong..I hate this..I hate my fame..I hate myself yet everyone says they love me or look up to me! They want to be me, yet they don't know the suffer!" She gasped, realizing she just spilled.

"Im...sorry! I shouldn't have said anything!"


She looked up at Violet, her eyes teary as her phone blew up in her pocket.

The moment Stellar’s voice cracked, something in Verona’s chest snapped open. Before Stellar could apologize again, Verona stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her.

Stellar was smaller up close than she looked on TV, but the weight of her shaking breath made her feel impossibly fragile in Verona’s arms. Verona pulled her in tighter, one hand gently cradling the back of Stellar’s head, shielding her from the cold air and the flickering streetlights like they were something she needed protection from.

“Hey…” Verona murmured into her hair, her voice soft but steady. “It’s okay. Just—just breathe. You don’t have to hold it all together right now.”

Stellar’s phone buzzed again and Verona felt her flinch. Without breaking the hug, Verona shifted slightly, her body blocking Stellar from the world, from the noise, from everything.

“You’re not alone tonight,” she added, voice as gentle as she’d ever managed in her life. “I’ve got you.”

She started crying softly and hugged her back, Some fans saw and snapped a photo..The next day BOOM! It was all over media.

That day she had another interview and they asked her about it, "So Stellar..Whats this photo then?" They asked and her face went notably red "Oh...Me and her were talking..I got a little emotional and she hugged me." She explained, she was very short with the awnser.

Verona nearly spit out her coffee when the broadcast popped up on her phone. Her own face—half-hidden by streetlight, half-buried in Stellar’s hair—plastered across every news banner like she’d been caught committing a crime instead of offering a hug.

She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Of course the photo would explode. Of course Stellar would be cornered about it. She could tell, her manager would be yelling at her soon- but for now; she'd decided to keep it on the "down low" or however the down low could get. She quickly took a jacket and pulled it over as she headed down the backstreets- trying to avoid crowds or confrontation.

On one news station stellar was seen blushing.

Stellar sat at her home, Feeding her cat and fixing her outfit for the day. She started to work on her makeup, singing to herself.

Verona tugged the hood of her jacket lower as she slipped into the side entrance of the studio. Practice wasn’t supposed to start for another thirty minutes, but she needed the empty space—the quiet hum of the speakers warming up, the soft smell of resin on the dance floor. Something normal. Something not… everywhere on the internet.

She tossed her bag onto the bench, stretching her arms over her head. Her phone buzzed again. Probably another notification about the photo. Or her manager. She ignored it.

Instead, she closed her eyes, letting the music she’d queued earlier trickle through the speakers. Slow, steady, grounding. Her muscles loosened with each beat as she rolled her shoulders, sinking into warm-up drills.

But Stellar’s face—tear-streaked, flushed, soft in the glow of the streetlight—kept flashing behind her eyes.

Verona exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through her hair.
“Get it together,” she muttered to herself. “It was just a hug. Helping someone out. That’s it.”

Her phone buzzed again.
This time she picked it up, thumb hesitating over the screen… only to freeze.

A new headline. A close-up of Stellar at the news station, cheeks pink, eyes soft.

Underneath: “Stellar Responds to Viral Hug—Fans Speculate About Mystery Girl.”

Verona groaned, as she cursed under her breath. “Fantastic,” she whispered. “Just fantastic.”

Stellar took photo's for her Instagram. The photo's varied. One was with her cat, her cat curled on her lap and her makeup done. The next was one of her leaned against the wall, her head up but her eyes looking down, almost like she was batting her eyelashes. The last one was the attention grabber for her fans. Her in her own style. She wore a short skirt and fishnets with a baggy shirt with a motorcycle on it, a very girly street wear type of style.

Her boots were a white with fur on them and the end of her short skirt had some white fur. She loved her style and people loved it, some mocked her outfits, some bought her closet, some even offered tons of money for her clothes.

Verona eased into her stretches, letting the low music soften the tension she'd been carrying all morning. She was just starting to find her rhythm when the studio door opened and her bandmates trickled in-Jax first, drumsticks tucked behind his ear, smirking as he dropped his bag. "Early again? Showing us up?" he teased. Mina wandered in right after, already laughing as she tossed her hair into a messy knot. "Ignore him. He's jealous you can warm up without sounding like a dying accordion." Even quiet Theo arrived with his coffee, raising an eyebrow. "Everything okay? You're here early." Verona tried to brush it off, but Jax pounced immediately. "Sooo… needed space from the entire internet obsessing over your viral hug?" Her groan only made them laugh harder.

She rolled her eyes and stood, finally letting their teasing chip at her irritation until something warmer settled in its place. “Fine,” she said, clapping her hands. “Get it out of your systems now. But if you’re not warmed up before rehearsal starts, I’m telling the choreographer you called her eight-count boring.” The horror on their faces was instant—and deeply satisfying. As they scrambled to stretch, Verona laughed softly; something she hadn't done in the past hours- and something she had needed to do without realizing it.

Fans went insane over the media posts, just Stellar being herself, Pretty.

Stellar giggled at the comments and turned off her phone, going to get something to eat and maybe surprise Verona with food, as she knew where the studio was, for that hug, something she had not had in years and something her emotions had yearned for.

Stellar hummed and picked up some food, rushing over to the studio Verona practiced at. She had her jacket on, it had fur on the hood.

She took a deep breath before knocking.

Verona froze mid-stretch when a knock echoed through the studio. Her heart skipped a beat. Not now. Not when she was finally starting to feel a little control over the day.

The door cracked open, and Mina peeked in, eyes wide. “Uh… Stellar?” Her voice carried a mixture of surprise and panic.

Verona cursed under her breath. Of course. Her bandmates had to be loud and obvious. “Oh—uh—sorry about them,” she said quickly, jerking a thumb toward the main studio. “They’re… excited, as usual. Come on, let’s get you somewhere quieter.”

She handed her the food, her face a soft pink color, she was notably flustered. She stepped inside and took her hood down, her black hair dropping around and framing her face, just perfectly. She wore that same outfit from her post, the skirt and the fluffy boots with the t shirt, she loved the outfit itself.