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Posts : 7856 Join date : 2013-10-06 Age : 24 Location : Mordor
| Subject: Characters Tue Mar 18, 2014 3:23 pm | |
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Posts : 7856 Join date : 2013-10-06 Age : 24 Location : Mordor
| Subject: Re: Characters Sat Mar 22, 2014 11:49 am | |
| NamePhillipa DayNicknamesPip, Pippa, PhilAge26 yearsBirthday13th May 1988 GenderFemaleBirth PlaceSan Diego, CaliforniaCurrent ResidenceCurrently, a very small apartment, the other side of the city to her parents, she dislikes their house immensely as it reminds her of her brother. Home (Homestyler stopped working ;-; ) A small box house with two floors, but only one bedroom. HeightPhillipa is quite petite, only reaching to 5ft4"WeightSame as her height, very petite, but her weight matches her height.EyesVery dark brown, almost blackHairCut into a short pixie cut but sometimes she wears extensions to make it appear longer.Clothing StyleVintageExtra Images 1 2AccentStandard AmericanLanguages SpokenJust EnglishWay of SpeakingAverage for a woman, her sentences are slightly fast when she speaks.Singing VoiceNot to bad, but not a voice you could sit and listen to for hoursAllergiesNoneIllnessesJust the common stuff you can catch.Mental HealthNothing too serious.Eating HabitsNormal, but skips a few meals.Sleeping HabitsHardly ever gets any sleep-nightmares. ParentsAlex and Tina Day, all they do is argue, no one knows why they haven't split up yet. SiblingsOne brother, who committed suicide thirteen years ago, when he was fifteen.FriendsNone.KidsNone.PetsA goldfish called Cactus.SexualityAsexual.Crush No one.Love StatusSingle.Fears~ The dark ~Ghosts/SpiritsWorst MemoryThey were arguing again, they always do. Today, I would run away. I was eleven, and I hated living in World War III. I climbed out of the little window to the right of my bed. The whole street was pitch black and terrifying, I walked a few steps into the road, carefully checking for any cars, nothing apart from a black cat that ran across the road. That's good luck, right? I sprinted down the road, constantly looking around me, it wasn't until I was in the centre of town when I calmed slightly. Everywhere was dark, apart from the odd flickering light of the orange street-lamps, I didn't recognise where it was I was, I had never been into town by myself, nor in the dark. I heard the sound of footsteps behind me, I turned to see who they belonged to and a tall, middle-aged man was grinning down at me. I turned to run from him but he grabbed my arm and shook his head, "You're out late so why not have a good time?" He moved his hand to grip my chin.
6th September 1999, my brother, Thomas, turned eighteen. You'd think everyone would be happy, but it was just yesterday he did it. Yesterday. 5th September, the day he took his own life. I thought he was joking when he told me his plan, when he left the house. What could I have done? My parents are always blaming me for it, and I do too, I should have stopped him, had I known how to save a life, I would've. I want to go back and stop him I would do anything, anything to help him. I was thirteen, I didn't understand. But I wish I did, I wish I could. Best MemoryThomas held my hand as he took me closer the the speeding river infront of us. "Be careful, that is over 20ft deep and travelling at 50mph. It'd take you away" I tightened my grip on his hand and he chuckled lightly. "I promise I won't let you fall"Favourite ColourGreen Favourite ArtistEvanescenceFavourite SongImaginary ~ EvanesceneFavourite BookPhillipa doesn't have time for books, nor does she want to read them.Favourite Food/DrinkApples.Favourite PlaceThe river she visited with Thomas. But she never goes there as that is where Thomas took his life xXxJob she dreamed ofPhillipa always dreamed of being an actress, but after her brother's death she stopped dreaming about that.Dreams~For her parents to stop fighting. ~For her brother to return.Dream Place to VisitHeaven.5 words that describe youQuiet, Thoughtful, Solitary, Independent, Hopeful. ReligionNone.QuirksPhillipa fiddles with the end of her clothing, and often taps her fingers.Talents/HobbiesPhillipa doesn't know and doesn't want to.OtherBased of these songs: P!nk, Family Portrait The Fray, How to Save a Life | |
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| Subject: Re: Characters Mon Mar 24, 2014 4:55 pm | |
| NameMaiya Rose Potter Jr.NicknamesMaiya, MayAge19 years Birthday22nd April 1995 GenderFemaleBirth PlaceStuttgart, Black Forest, GermanyCurrent ResidenceA flat in the north of America, close to Belllingham, given to her by the US ArmyHomeBasically this. HeightQuite short, 5ft6"WeightThe right weight for her heightEyesx Hazel brown with 20-20 visionHair x Quite long, falls just to her waist, but she usually has it tied back. Clothing Stylex Usually army stuff, or camo styled-items and big black boots. AccentAmerican, though sometimes, can have a German accent, especially if she is tiredLanguages SpokenGerman and American EnglishWay of SpeakingFast, but straight to the point quite powerful, much like a commander's voice.Singing VoiceMay doesn't sing.AllergiesArmy food, it is awful.IllnessesNone.Mental HealthNothing too serious.Eating HabitsMay avoids the Army food as mush as physically possible.Sleeping HabitsSleep is important so she tries for at least 8 hours a night.ParentsCommander-in-Chief Jacob Potter and Maiya Potter.SiblingsNone.FriendsNone, really.KidsNope.PetsNot allowed.SexualityMaiya believes she is Asexual as she hasn't been attracted to anyone.Crush None.Love StatusSingle.Fears~Failing what her father asked of her.Best MemoryMy father stood on the podium, his chest puffed out, but standing completely still as he recieved his medal (and promotion) for Commander-in-Chief. I was going to be like him one day, standing on that podium as the president pinned a medal to my chest.Favourite ColourBlood Red Favourite BookThe Boy In Stripe Pyjamas-John Boyne.Favourite Food/DrinkFreshly picked blackberries and water.Favourite PlaceStuttgard, Germany.Job s/he dreamed ofTo be Commander-in-Chief, just like her father was.DreamsTo be the greatest, basically.Dream Place to VisitEverywhere, she just wants to travel the world, with the army.5 words that describe youNonchalant, Determined, Independent, Leader, Self-CentredReligionThe Army's ways.Quirks~When holding a gun, May will twirl it around and check that is loaded. ~She carries a gun wherever she goes, even if it's just into townTalents/HobbiesMay can spot a moving target from in a forest, even from a far distance, then shoot it.Character Promptsx x x x x | |
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Posts : 7560 Join date : 2013-10-06 Age : 23 Location : hell
| Subject: Re: Characters Fri Apr 11, 2014 6:44 pm | |
| ABOUT;;NameNoel Ebony Blair Age21 Birth placeChicago ClothingxA DAY IN MY LIFEI woke up with the sun. My bed faced the window and my curtain was never closed, I couldn’t reach it, so the sun shone.”Juls?” I called her raising my head carefully. “I’m up, getting dressed”, I heard a voice come to me through a wall. “Alright.” I knew Julietta needs time to get dressed, she always does, so I picked up a book from my night table. I made a quiet noise in pain, because I’d laid on my arm through the night, I did that often, it’s not like I can move a lot. The book was called “The hand that first held mine”, and I really liked it so far, because even though my tough look might fool you, on the inside I have something soft. After a chapter Juls came in my room smiling.”Good morning”, she said.”It really is”, I agreed. She approached me and I wrapped my arms around her neck. She lifted me up and placed me in a wheelchair next to my bed.”Let’s get breakfast?” she asked me as we roamed through the house. I was once again amazed by the speed Juls can cook food with. She was a redheaded wonder woman. She’d been there for me ever since the accident. I couldn’t be more grateful. While she mixed the pancake mix, I rolled to the bathroom and looked at the mirror. Even though the sink was quite lower than standard, the mirror, above it still cut off a part of my chin. I never really liked my face. I have small eyes, thin lips and crazy hair which looked like straw. I also had a tattoo on the left side of my forehead, but more on that later. I brushed my teeth and somehow tamed my hair. When I rolled back into the kitchen, Juls had already made pancakes. I grabbed the plate with pancakes, one extra plate, a knife and raspberry jam so Juls pushed me towards the living room. We sat in front of the TV and ate a huge amount of pancakes.”So, what’s your plan today?” she asked me licking the jam off of the knife. “Nothing much. Only school, I guess. And maybe I’d make some macaroons later?” I suggested finishing off my last pancake.”That would be great.” We continued watching the TV in silence until it was the time to go to school. Juls and I headed towards my school. I remember the time I was popular. It was the first year of high school (I’m in college now). I think I was only popular because I had a killer body and sharp tongue (emphasize on had). I was the Queen Bitch, if you know what I mean. I hung out with all the cool kids, most of them were older, and that’s how I got into drugs. My freshman year was a blur. Until we cut class. They had a lot of tests in school that day, so the seniors dragged me out with them. I don’t remember what happened next, I just know we must’ve gotten very high, because they let me drive. We crashed into a truck. Luckily, I was the only one hurt. But I was hurt badly, or so I’ve been told. Something about my leg muscles and my head. They dealt with the head easily, with just a couple of stitches (hence the tattoo, to hide them), but they told my mum that only time will tell whether I’ll be able to walk again. Since time didn’t say anything, I was still in the wheelchair. How they got me off drugs was a mystery, but my mum told me they made me their lab bunny with an experimental technique; they replaced cocaine with morphine and slowly reduced my doze. Mum didn’t comment on my addiction. I got my aforementioned tattoo on my 15th birthday, a month after the accident. I’ve been in the wheelchair for six years now. I didn’t get better, but I didn’t get worse. Juls told me it was normal. She was also a consequence of my behaviour. She was an exchange medicine student from Ireland. She needed a place to stay, and I needed a person to take care of me because my mum traveled a lot. It all worked out. Juls moved in and got paid, it even counted as work to her. She became my friend. It didn’t seem as she had to take care of me. But I got off the tangent here. I was popular, freshman year; but people forgot all about me my sophomore year. I became ‘that girl in the wheelchair’. Because of that, I wanted to scream. Hey! I’m a person, too! But I guess they’d just look over my head. I was short even before the wheelchair, and now I was just a distraction. It was kind of sad. But I didn’t mind. I got used to it. Let me tell you, being ignored is much better than, say, being thrown into the bathroom, my wheelchair ending up in one of the school’s basketball baskets. I cried a lot that year. And the peculiar part is, nobody got punished. I didn’t mind, because once they got their kicks, they left me alone. The school days were all the same since then, and this one was no difference. When school finished, Juls came to pick me up and we strolled home.”What about those macaroons, huh, Nellie?” she asked me. That brought a smile on my face. If I liked anything in this world, it was cooking. But not cooking as you’d think. I never made anything that wasn’t a dessert and didn’t have sugar in it. It was my only hobby, but it somehow got sad after I couldn’t reach the cupboards anymore. I guess that’s how my life is destined to be. But how can I get better once I had the best? APPEARANCENoel is, what you would call, unconventional. She has blonde hair with brown streaks which could be beautiful if she styled it, but she never does, so it just hands on her cheeks like a dead animal. Her face is diamond-shaped, with distinctive jawline and hair bangs which cover the left part of her forehead. She has big, but thin gunmetal blue eyes which aren't very expressive as a whole, but you can usually tell whether she's happy or sad. She has a tattoo on the left side of her forehead (that is covered by bangs, remember?) which is here to hide gruesome-looking scars from the operation. Her nose is Roman-styled and small, and she often sniffs for no particular reason at all. Her skin is light without freckles, but her cheeks are often flushed. Her lips are thin and pale, but her skin still looks bare, like she needs makeup to look normal. She is very thin, almost to the to the point of anorexia and she hates the whole package, lanky arms and ribs showing. She was curvier before the accident. Actually, her whole appearance changed then. | |
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Posts : 7560 Join date : 2013-10-06 Age : 23 Location : hell
| Subject: Re: Characters Mon Apr 14, 2014 8:05 pm | |
| NameCaspar Nadia DashiellThe name was chosen by my mother, who obviously wanted a boy. I don't mind, though, I like the name. I Googled the meaning the other day, it's rather interesting. Caspar means treasurer or wise man, which is not favouring my femininity. Nadia means hope, I knew that one, because I know a bit of Slavic languages, and Nadia is Russian. Now, finding out the meaning of my surname was surprising, it turned out to be a royal surname in the 16th century, for some kind of a king, de Ciel which means from heaven, and I think that's adorable. Feel free to call me Angela, I like that name.NicknameKaz, Hopes and DashesI really like both of my nicknames, and I'll try to explain them to you. Kaz comes from my name, my dad often called me Cas, but my brother said it needed 'edge', and I quote him directly, so he he changed it a bit, and voila. The second nickname is actually an invention of my wonderful friend, Laurie. She got very drunk one night, it was quite amusing, and she started calling me Hopes and Dashes. She later explained that Nadia means hope, and my surname shortened is Dash. I don't even want to tell you how long I've laughed at that. Hopes and Dashes... When that leaked into public, it immediately became my fan-base name. Hopelings. It's real cute, you know.Age27Hurrah! I'm old! But I'm still young enough to play the roles of the teens. Hollywood is quite corrupted when it comes to age, to be honest with you.GenderFemaleWhy don't you guess?BirthplaceReading, UKI lived in Reading till I was about nine, then my parents got divorced. I know, boo-hoo, sad story, it really isn't. They just didn't love each other anymore, and decided it would be for the best if they just split without any soap opera drama. So I moved to London and I lived there for a while before Laurie made me go to LA, so I live here now.Height5'5''It's exactly the average, I checked.Weight65 kilosQuite pissed about my weight. It is normal and it is average by every standard, but some people still tell me I'm fat. Corrupted, I tell you.Eye colourxHazelish, I wouldn't know. They're oddly yellow under sunlight, I feel like a glittery vampire from Twilight.Hair colourRedNatural, thank you very much.Hair stylexMost often is pulled up, because it annoys me greatly. Great reminder, it's getting long, I have to cut it soon.Tattoos/PiercingsEarrings and a tattoo on the waistI have pierced ears and often wear small rings my mother gave me. And for tattoos, it's not a good thing to combine acting and tattoos, so I keep mine hidden, on the left side of my waist. It's quite small, even though it has a lot of text: I will break down the gates of heaven A thousand angels stand waiting for me, Oh, take my heart and I'll lay down my weapons Break my shackles to set me free It's from one of my all time favourite songs, Run To You by Pentatonix.Typical clothingxOccupationActorI've been acting since I moved to London, I started with theatre and now I'm a RADA graduate. Neat, huh?Current homex x x x x x x I own this little flat in LA. I shared it with Laurie, it's a two-person flat, but she's gotten onto Broadway, so that means she's in New York.Favourite coloursMagentaIf I'd have to say...Favourite type of musicAnything with a good beatI listen to a lot of stuff, really. Current favourite is a mix of Timber by my lovely friend Lydia. She's my favourite DJ of all time.Favourite movie genreAnyI like doing historical dramas, but my absolute favourites are action, thriller and adventure movies. When it comes to watching, I like watching almost everything, from apocalypses to chick flicks. Other-Latest tweetLast movie you've worked onLast book you've readEnder's game by Orson Scott Card | |
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Posts : 7856 Join date : 2013-10-06 Age : 24 Location : Mordor
| Subject: Re: Characters Sat Apr 19, 2014 8:41 am | |
| THEO FORM "I'd like to make myself believe That planet Earth turns slowly It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep 'Cause everything is never as it seems"N a m e Theodore Hall | Theodore| Greek | Θεόδωρος~Theodōros | God's Gift | | Hall | English | Owner of a Hall | Kind and Forgiving | N i c k n a m e TheoA g e 23 years oldB i r t h d a y 5th JulyG e n d e r MaleB i r t h _ P l a c e Owatonna, Minnesota, United StatesC u r r e n t_H o m e Owatonna, he still lives with his parents, as he is going to the college in that town and to save money he stayed at home.H o m e || x| x| x|| C o l l e g e Owatonna Riverland CollegeC o u r s e Astronomy G r a d e s Mainly As, sometimes the odd A+H a p p y_W i t h_T h e_C o u r s e? VeryH a i r Brown, medium length, a fringe that sweeps to the leftE y e s Hazel, and requires glassesC l o t h i n g Polo shirts, shirts and blazers || x|| H e i g h t 5ft 7"W e i g h t 13stone 7lbP i e r c i n g s / T a t t o o s NoneF a m i l y Parents, one brother (Oliver) and one sister (Katie)F r i e n d s None, he prefers to be staring at the sky than hanging out with friendsR e l a t i o n s h i p SingleS e x u a l i t y Straight, even if everyone does call him gayV o i c e Quiet, calm, normal pitchS i n g i n g Doesn't singA c c e n t AmericanA l l e r g i e s NoneI l l n e s s e s NoneM e n t a l_H e a l t h DementiaF a v o u r i t e_C o l o u r BlackF a v o u r i t e_H o b b y StargazingF a v o u r i t e_S t a r_C o n s t e l l a t i o n Ursa Major|| x|| F a v o u r i t e_S o n g Shooting Star ~ Owl City [Spotify Verison]|| x|| I think Theo would be quite an easy character to develop | |
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Posts : 7856 Join date : 2013-10-06 Age : 24 Location : Mordor
| Subject: Re: Characters Mon Apr 21, 2014 1:47 pm | |
| "Don't go chasing waterfalls Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all But I think you're moving too fast"N a m eDallas Brook Calder ||Dallas | Dal-las | From Waterfall | Scottish|| ||Brook | Bruk | Small Stream | Old English|| ||Calder | Cal-der | Rough Waters | Scottish|| A g e18 yearsB i r t h d a y3rd DecemberG e n d e r MaleH a i rVery dark brown, usually scruffy and unstyledE y e sBlue-Grey ||x||C l o t h e s||x | x | x | x||HeightShort, 5ft 4"WeightDramatically dropped since his illness, 10 stoneB i r t h_P l a c eInvergarry, Highland Scotland ||x||C u r r e n t_R e s i d e n c e||x|| A run-down treehouse, deep in a forest away from everyone.M e n t a l_H e a l t hDrug Addiction, Heroin and Nicotine, if he doesn't have any he has terrible withdrawalsI l l n e s s e sHIV, unknown about, but many symptoms are clear; Pneumonia and Coldsores being the clearestF a m i l yFather, dead. Mother, had an argument with about his drug addiction last year, has spoken to since. No siblings.R e l a t i o n s h i pSingle S e x u a l i t yStraightV o i c eHusky, deep, croakyS i n g i n g _ V o i c eDoesn't singA c c e n tScottishH a b i t s~Smokes, a lot. ~Scowls 3_W o r d s_t h a t _D e s c r i b e _Y o uLost, Grumpy, Detached He isn't much, eh. | |
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Posts : 7560 Join date : 2013-10-06 Age : 23 Location : hell
| Subject: Re: Characters Mon Apr 21, 2014 3:04 pm | |
| NameQuinten Beckett Jules NicknameQ, Quin, Becky Gender Male Age23 NationalityAmerican Height5ft 11' BuiltAthletic, arms stronger than legs. VoiceAn unexpected low baritone, on the edge of a bass. HealthVery bad insomnia, is on meds. AssetsHe has a very warm smile which can almost always make you smile back. FlawsHe is, what he always points out, very 'asymmetric', strong arms, wide shoulders, lanky legs. His words, not mine. He is a horrible runner because of that. SexualityStraight FamilyOnly child, two mothers FriendsMany, but he doubts most of them are true. BirthplaceIndiana ChildhoodAs a child, he was bullied in school because of his family. It was horrible. But being a person he is, he didn't blame them. Things got better when he started high school. He gained a lot of friends who he had to leave when he moved to New York. It was a very risky move, but luckily he got into a critically well acclaimed college. He, however, kept quiet about himself, because he honestly got enough of all the popularity issues. HobbiesBass playing, ping pong. LifestyleQuite casual for a college senior in NYC. Marital statusSingle ReligionNone in particular, but knows enough about every one. ProfessionBerklee major in music editing and electronic production and design PossessionsBass guitar and laptopSays"Control-alt-delete yourself, woman!" "My opinions may have changed, but not the fact that I am right." "I intend to live forever . . . so far, so good." "Not all people are annoying. Some are dead." EatsA lot of spicy food and fizzy drinks. WearsxWorks atCurrently nowhere. plans to get a job after he finishes school. Lives atx xIntelligenceFairly intelligent, but lazy and unmotivated. TemperamentDepends on his mood. When he's tired, he snaps easily, but otherwise is tolerant. HappinessHe is usually happy. HabitsWhen he can't find a paper, he writes out music notes over his arms. | |
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Posts : 7856 Join date : 2013-10-06 Age : 24 Location : Mordor
| Subject: Re: Characters Tue Apr 29, 2014 3:34 pm | |
| Hold your breathMake a wishCount to threeCome with meAnd you'll beIn a world ofPure imagination N a m e Jayden Peeters || Jayden | Jay-din | Jehovah has heard | Hebrew || || Peeters | Pay-tərz | Petros [Stone] | Dutch ||
N i c k n a m e s JD, Jay
A g e 24 years
B i r t h_D a t e 12th September
G e n d e r Male H a i r Long, dreadlocks and dark brown
E y e s A, according to JD, boring grey
Clothes Bright blazers and bow-ties ||x||
H e i g h t 5ft 11"
W e i g h t 13 stone 9lbs, over weight, but his height makes him seem thin
T a t t o o s/P i e r c i n g s None
B i r t h _P l a c e Flanders, Belgium
H o m e JD lives above his shop in New York ||x|x||
R e a s o n Dreams are made in New York; so why not add a little sugar to their lives? F a m i l y His parents split when JD was young, his mother was a dentist and his father owned a small bakery/café in Lier. JD grew up with his dad, while his other four siblings lived with his mum.
S i b l i n g s Four; two sisters and two brothers- Esmée, Gisella, Adelbert, Braam
R e l a t i o n s h i p Single
S e x u a l i t y Homosexual
V o i c e Neither high pitched nor deep, just about average.
S i n g i n g Doesn't really sing
A c c e n t Belgian
L a n g u a g e s English, Dutch and a small amount of French.
I n t e r e s t s Creating sweets and chocolates. JD also enjoys decorating cakes, and he has been doing that for many years, because of all the time he spent helping his father in the bakery.
I n s i d e_Y o u r_H e a d The only employee I had hired, Dylan, was stood by the counter, staring at the door apathetically, waiting for a customer to walk through it. I returned my attention to the scribbles on my notebook when I soon heard the jingle of the bell. Hearing that, I stood up and walked into the back-room and settled on on of the beanbags we had back there. I disliked engaging in conversation with customers, I always feel that they are going to try and steal the recipes from my little notebook ||x||. This notebook was my life's work, and it never leaves my sight or the safe place where I keep it. Not even Dylan knows what's in this book. It is very rare to here me talking, as I am always afraid I will let slip. I love my little shop and all the little creations I have inside it. It is becoming more and more popular each year, and I am glad people love my little Paradise.
P r o m p t s Guessed the film yet? This may help ||x||
(You can see I lost my buzz for him towards the end cx) | |
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Posts : 7560 Join date : 2013-10-06 Age : 23 Location : hell
| Subject: Re: Characters Wed Apr 30, 2014 6:27 pm | |
| {{Nico Tortorella, for future ref. hottie.}}So you wanna play with magic Girl, you should know what you're falling forNameDiesel Alexander BoiseDiesel - pet name for Matthias, German origin Alexander - defender of man, Swedish Boise - forest, French Born as Alexander Boise. Changed his name after he left home, but couldn't be bothered to change his last name as well. NicknamesLex and DeezHis family called him Lex, which made him feel like a girl, his new gang calls him Deez. Age17Seventeen, though he pretends to be older. BirthplaceHouston, TexasHe lived there until he moved to his grandfather's, then he moved away from him as well a year ago to Los Angeles, the bad part. Midnight blows in through the window, Dances round the room... Got me hypnotized, I'm getting high on the perfume.Height185 cmWeight60 kgEye colourxHair colourDark brownHairstyleSpiked upTattoos / Piercings A big tattoo on his side of a demon wing.I raise my flags, don my clothes It's a revolution, I suppose We'll paint it red to fit right inSaysMost of his comments are snark and rude.WearsxWorks atA movie theater nearbyLives atx xYou say love is what you put into it You say that I'm losing my will Don't you know that you're all that I think about? You make up a half of the wholeAbout"I was born in Houston, a lovely city, really. I don't remember much, and things I do, I wish to forget. I miss her. I really do. And it's only been a year. Her name was Kitty. I guess it still is. I think it was my fault. I sometimes wonder where she is right now, does she even remember me, but I think I just might know the answer. Of course not. To her, I'm just another delinquent, just another law-breaker. She left before I got to tell her the whole story. My dad died when I was five. I don't remember him that well, only random flashes. His hands putting up a bird feeder in our backyard. His eyes crinkling in corners, smiling. I don't know if I miss him or not, because I never knew any other way. My mum shut off after that, her real self giving to alcohol and cigarettes. She told me she had cancer on my eleventh birthday. She died a week before my twelfth. After that, things rolled even more downhill. I moved to my granddad to Seattle, a quiet town. Ah, but see, I was bored. Things happened. Fights, destroying property, breaking ins, all these things are in my record. That's why she left me, I think. Beauty and the beast." Don’t get too close It’s dark inside It’s where my demons hide It’s where my demons hide | |
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Posts : 7856 Join date : 2013-10-06 Age : 24 Location : Mordor
| Subject: Re: Characters Sun May 11, 2014 10:27 am | |
| {{ x | x | x }} You call me a bitch like it's a bad thing You call me a freak like that means something Can't get your way so you're angry I think we know the rest Get it off your chest I don't give a shit I love it when you call me a bitch Like it's a bad thing {{ n a m e }}"Why do you care? It's already been mentioned once, surely you can read? I worry enough about the people's intelligence already without this being thrown in too" Ramona Violet Joyce || RA MOH NA | Protecting Hands | Spanish/Old German || || VI OH LET | Violette | French || || JOY CE | Lord | French || Her parents named her after her late grandmother, Violet. {{ n i c k n a m e }}"I dare you to call me a nickname. Go on. Do it." Rae However, no one but her father is allowed to call her by a nickname- which is usually Bud. {{ a g e }}"Everyone knows it is rude to ask a lady's age." 23 years, 10th October Unlike most she wasn't born in a hospital. Her mother didn't want to be in a place she did not know, meaning Rae was born in the house she lived in for just over seventeen years. {{ g e n d e r }}"Why don't you come check?" Female And she doesn't mind to show that at all. She's always trying to flatter men, and women, she thinks it is part of the fun in life. Little girl You like it loud Come alive in the middle of a crowd You wanna scream You wanna shout Get excited when the lights go down {{ h e i g h t }}"Men seem to dislike it when I'm taller than them" 5ft 8"½ {{ w e i g h t}}"This questions just keep getting ruder. What next? 'Amount of men slept with?' Pft" 9 stone She rarely eats, her excuse is always 'I never have time' which is a lie. She always has time, she just doesn't want to eat.{{ h a i r }}"I like my hair, thank you very much. I won't change it for you." Almost constantly the under layer colour is changing, but the top layer of hair is always dark brown. It is a neat wavy style, with a full fringe which is a bit long and gets in her eyes often, but she likes it that way. Her favourite colour to dye the underneath is purple, as it blends in well with the brown of her natural hair. x {{ e y e s }}"Seriously, why do you care?" A stormy, almost colourless, grey. x {{ m a k e u p }}"Coping my style now?" Plenty, a large amount of eye-liner and mascara, some pale foundation and red lipstick. {{ t a t t o o s }}"Your body is a canvas, so why not paint on it?" Many tattos all over her body, on her wrist x, her shoulder x, the back of her neck x and her right leg x{{ p i e r c i n g s }}"My added jewels" Ears, nose, bellybutton, tongue and lip Don't you get sick of only hearing your own voice? Talk like you're so damn tough but you're just a little boy. You like to think you've broke the mould but now I'm sure, You'll crack just like the rest when I break your fucking jaw.
{{ b i r t h_ p l a c e }}"Do you really ask questions that don't matter at all?" Philadelphia, Pennsylvania {{ h o m e }} "You're just a paedophile aren't you?" Average sized house, with one bedroom x. No one is ever let in her room, it is her little sanctuary. Her home is still in Philadelphia, but right on the edge, and the opposite side of the city to where her father lived. All we are is skin and before. Holding on and letting go All we are is skin and bone, We're too old to die young. {{ f a m i l y }}"Are you going to pester them with ridiculous questions too?" As a young child, her parents split, her mother taking her only sibling, Harry, while she stayed with her father. She gets on very well with her dad, and never sees her mum often enough to form an opinion of her. However, her father died one year ago, and Rae still is grieves for him. {{ p e t s }}"I give up with this shit" Her beloved bearded dragon named Aerial x {{ s e x u a l i t y }}"--" Pan-sexual She will happily sleep with anything and anyone who asks. I'm in the business of misery, Let's take it from the top. She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock. It's a matter of time before we all run out, When I thought he was mine she caught him by the mouth.
{{ v o i c e}}"I've been talking this whole fucking time, haven't you heard enough of my voice?" Average pitched, and mostly always dripping with sarcasm. She often will make smart comments just to piss people off and doesn't mind about sharing her opinion on the world. She also has the tendency to swear a lot, every other fucking word is a bloody swear. {{ s i n g }}"La, happy?" She has a very powerful voice and distinctive, one that anyone will recognise and fall in love with. {{ a c c e n t }}"I can't be bothered to repeat my comment from before" American Welcome to the nightmare in my head, Say hello to something scary, The monster in your bed, Just give in and you won’t be sorry, Welcome to my other side, Hello it’s Mz. Hyde! {{ f a v o u r i t e_ c o l o u r }}"More shit questions? Why do you care?" Black and purple{{ fa v o u r i t e_a n i m a l }}"I give up" Scorpion{{ f a v o u r i t e _ s o n g }}" Coping everything I fucking do now are you?" Get Lucky ~ Halestorm Cover and Blame ~ Egyptian Central A lie is like a dirty knife A jagged blade And I can feel it in my spine Deceiver Your tongue is going to get pulled out Your quick lips sealed And I am going to shut your mouth Forever
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Posts : 7856 Join date : 2013-10-06 Age : 24 Location : Mordor
| Subject: Re: Characters Sat May 17, 2014 7:02 pm | |
| {{ x | x | x }} A̩͌͆ͅɴ̻̺̊͝ ̜̻̃͐ɪ̖̻̽͑ɴ̢̜̐͂ᴄ̪͈̔̓ᴏ͓̻͌̚ɴ̡̗̔̀ᴠ̟̤̊̓ᴇ̡̣̔͑ɴ̧͓͒̓ɪ̨͕̀͝ᴇ̨͉́͠ɴ̛͙̥̈ᴄ͖̤̅͝ᴇ͙͖̈́͂ ̡̘̔̕ɪ̨͓̓́s̻̣̽̿ ̪͔̇͋ᴀ̢͍̈̍ɴ̜͚̒̒ ̣̻͊͛ᴀ̜͇̑͑ᴅ̬̞̽́ᴠ̲͖̍̈́ᴇ̯̣͆̈́ɴ̗̫͑̽ᴛ̢̠̀̄ᴜ̻̟͒̒ʀ̪̺̿̕ᴇ̖͕̌̍ ̛̗̇ͅᴡ̧͕͂̉ʀ̧͎͐̀ᴏ͔͎̂̆ɴ̧̳̐̈́ɢ̧̥̐͝ʟ͓̗͛̎ʏ̣͓̃̿ ̭̈̆͜ᴄ̱̬̑̒ᴏ͔͍̇̇ɴ̧͈̇͠s̻͇͛͒ɪ̪̣̍͝ᴅ̧̪̀͝ᴇ̝͚̽͑ʀ̱̞͑̃ᴇ̰̮̾͛ᴅ̺̥̈́̋.̧͇͛͂
N̥͝ȁ̦m̨̀é̻ ̜̂ Farren Hart || FA-R-UHN | Adventurous | English || ||H-AR-T | Stag | English ||
A̹͋g̳̃e̘͠ ̨͂+̟̔ ̝͝B̳̔i͍͋r͛ͅt̹͒h̻͋d͚̀a̼͝y̺̔ ||23 years | 6th June ||
G̲̓e̮͝n͒͜ḓ̚e̟͑r̜̅ || Male ||
The meadow was spread before me. Flowers, of every colour, pink, white, yellow and even purple were scattered around this small patch of paradise. I longed to reach out a pick one, but this meadow was not mine. It was nature's. She deserved to keep every single flower that popped up out of the ground. I laughed and ran out into the centre of this glorious grassland, throwing my bag to the floor before flopping onto the floor beside it, gazing up to the almost cloudless sky. There was one single cloud which betrayed it, and it was as fluffy as a piece of cotton wool. The shape reminded me of a young lamb leaping over a small stream. I grinned to myself. This is somewhere I wished to remain. Forever. However, I knew I couldn't I had to keep walking if I wanted to reached my destination by night fall. I stood up, brushed myself down, grabbed my bag, slung it over my shoulder and continued on my walk. I gazed up towards the gigantic forest before me. imposing yet beautiful.
H̬́e̢̒i̪̔ǵ̥h̦̓t̖̔ || 6ft 3" ||
W̨̅e̠͝ì̪g̩͆ḥ̈ṱ̓ || 165lbs ||
Ē͕ý̙è̖s̹̾ || Always bright and cheerful, looking around to capture the beauty of every circumstance. They are a new grass green, and always had a sparkle in them. ||
H̺̏a̯̚i͈͐r̦̆ || Brown and a wild curly. He never is able to tame it, so leaves it as it is. ||
I took one step into the shadowed forest and felt cooled instantly. The twitter of birds made me look this way and that, trying to see if I can spot any of the whizzing around. But all the birds were all hidden by the green canopy, which only let in a few rays of sun. I tread lightly on my feet, avoiding any twigs or anything that will make noise. I needed to be silent for the forest to reveal its truly amazing secrets. I leap into the air, grabbing a branch, pulling myself onto it, deciding this is where I would eat my lunch. I unzipped my bag, pulling out my little lunch box, filled with cereal bars and many different types of fruit. Buried at the bottom was two jam sandwiches, cut into small triangles. I smiled to myself and slowly began to nibble on them.
H̪̽ô̭ḿ͙e̟̓ || A small one bedroom flat that he lives him by himself. The walls are written on with little ideas for stories or his next adventure,as he finds paper too easy to lose. {{ x | x }} It is near the village of Malham, Yorkshire. ||
Ǐ͚n̞͆ ͚̋M̡̆y̬̌ ͓̐B̢͝a̞͠g̲̅ || A spare jumper, two books {one fiction, one travel guide}, torch, lunch box {including drinks}, rain poncho, camera, notebook {+pencils}, Ukulele and Scout {{ x }}. ||
F͖͌à͖v̫̌o̦͐u̘͑r̮͗i̡͘t͚͂e̳͌ ͉̈P͚̈l̡̒ã̻c̙̆ę͆ || Gordale Scar, just above the first waterfall. Not many go up there, it is secluded and absolutely gorgeous {{ x }} ||
I placed everything back into my bag, and leapt off the branch, landing lightly on my feet. I placed the bag back on my shoulders, and headed down the path. The path was fading into a muddy walkway, which soon was hidden by the dense woodland. A loud startled call rang out beside me, I had spooked a pigeon. After the shock of the sudden noise had gone and my heart slowed down, I gazed around the woods. There was no path anywhere to be seen, I knew I was lost. But I kept going. What adventurers follow a path? That isn't an adventure! That's just a plain old walk.
F̰̈a͉͌v̠̄ő̹ȕ̬r̖̕ḭ̿t̡̄é̹ ̤̊C͚͑ò͍l̠̓o̟̍ų̚ř͉ || Green ||
F̣͝á̪v̧̾ò͈ü̗r̙̓i̙͊ť̩ě̳ ̤̓A̱͋n̙̿i̩̕m̪̐ä̪l̟͛ || Deer ||
P͎͌ã̩s͍͝t͕̽ ̣̿T̯͐i̖͝m͔͊e͕̿s̬͂ || When not exploring, drawing and creating little monsters. He also loves writing, which is lucky as that is his job. He works for a column in the paper. ||
F̢̈́a̻̚v͔̀ô̢ṷ̈́r̤͂i͚̾t̡̔ẻ̳ ̟͝S̨̽o͙͋n̘͒g̗͑ || Hopeless Wanderer ~ Mumford & Sons {{ x }} and Somewhere Only We Know ~ Keane {{ x }} ||
The sun was starting to set by now, the air was getting cooler, and in just my t-shirt, the cool was nipping at my skin. I looked in my bag for my jumper and pulled it over myself before continuing walking. I saw a gap between the trees and headed towards that, where it opened onto a clearing. A huge sparkling lake was in front of me, along with a buck, whose head was bent low, gulping water from the lake. I smiled and lifted the camera that hung from my neck, snapping a photo. "Beautiful" I let myself say in a breathy voice. The buck's head snapped up, giving me a chance to get another photo before it fled into the woods opposite. I smiled and walked to the water, settling beside it, pulling my torch out of my bag. It would be dark soon, never good to walk in the woods in the dark. I let out a breath and leant back on my hands, letting the last rays of sun flicker over my face. This is how life is supposed to be lived. In paradise like this.
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Posts : 7560 Join date : 2013-10-06 Age : 23 Location : hell
| Subject: Re: Characters Sun May 25, 2014 8:28 pm | |
| Nina Nesbittx xwhat she presents herself to be;; NameLeone Elsie Reede Leone | Lee-own-ee | Lion Elsie | El-zee | Noble Reede | Riy-d | From the clear land Age19 GenderFemale HometownPhiladelphia Current ResidenceA loft in the middle of Manhattan x x x x x xOccupationStudent in classical music Hair colourBrown Eye colourBrown Instruments she playsFlute, piano, guitar Favourite music typeRock FamilyMum and twin siblings, younger than her. PetsA ferret called Nuria xfrom what has been said in the magazines;; NameVendetta Bach Vendetta | Venn-deta | Revenge Bach | Bah | Stream AgeShe's been aged from 20 to 29 GenderFemale HometownNew York Current ResidenceUnknown OccupationPop singer Hair colourWhite Eye colourDark green Instruments she playsGuitar Favourite music typePop FamilyAll died in a car crash PetsThere have been suggestions she has an elephant. explanation;; NameShe changed it on the Youtube video as a joke AgePeople have added age to her because of the heavy makeup used in the video GenderPretty obvious HometownHer accent has been shaped by the New Yorkers she's been around for a while. Current ResidenceNobody knows as she didn't say OccupationPurely guesses Hair colourA hair colour spray used in the video confused some people Eye colourBrown is too common Instruments she playsShe played the guitar in the video Favourite music typeSince she wrote a pop song, they thought she liked pop the most FamilyGuesses PetsGuesses Two months ago, Leone's brothers made her do a video, just for fun. They made quite a show out of it, sprayed her hair white, made her put on a lot of make up, and made her write a song. A quick tune she wrote became viral in a week, reaching three million views in two days. And what was she supposed to do, she kept covering and writing songs with that silly hair and makeup. No one recognized her, not even her school friends. People are digging for information about her but since she posted the video with a ridiculously fake name, they couldn't find her. She has lead a double life ever since. | |
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| Subject: Re: Characters Sun Jun 08, 2014 1:57 pm | |
| x x xI'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're trying to save me, stop holdin' your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazyFULL NAMEAsher Sawyer MEANINGAsher || Fortunate Sawyer || Woodcutter NICKNAMERocky REASONHis friends started calling him Rocky after he broke a school window with a rock. AGE19 BIRTHDAYAugust 16th GENDERMale ALLERGIESDust and peanut butter SEXUAL PREFERANCEAnything that's female APPEARANCEHAIR COLORBlond HAIR STYLE AND LENGTHA bit longer than a military cut, carelessly ruffled up sometimes, but mostly gelled. EYES COLORElectric grey blue EYESIGHTVery good HEIGHT6'1" WEIGHTUsual OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLEAnything that's black and leather DISTINGUISHING MARKSA scar down his spine, fell off a bike. FIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLEHe seems distant and cold. BODY TYPE/BUILDMuscular, mostly arms, because he goes boxing often. DEFAULT EXPRESSIONA cigarette in his mouth, endlessly bored look in his eyes. POSTURESlouched. PIERCINGSTongue stud DESCRIBE THEIR VOICEUsual baritone-tenor. RELATIONSHIPSMOMLucy Donahue HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONGHe never met her, as she left when he was a child because her husband was beating her. DADNick Sawyer HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONGEven though he was horrible to his wife, he was quite good with his son until he decided to get a piercing and gel his hair. He then abandoned him in a hotel with his grandpa. PAST LOVER(S)Many CURRENT LOVERNone. He doesn't like staying in a relationship for too long. REACTION TO MEETING SOMEONE NEWHe just brushes them off. ABILITY TO WORK WITH OTHERSIf it's necessary, then he'll do it quickly. HOW SOCIABLENot so much FRIENDSMostly his own circle of... Not friends, but people he tolerates. LEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF PERSONHappy, bubbly, always happy people. PERSONALITY..WHEN YOU FIRST MEET THEMHe won't talk to you unless you are an attractive female. ..AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER (AND THEY LIKE YOU)He'll stop ignoring you, but start asking you for homework and notes. ..AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER (AND THEY DISLIKE YOU)He'll avoid you FAVORITE COLORYellow FAVORITE FOODMcDonald's FAVORITE ANIMALLion FAVORITE INSTRUMENTClarinet FAVORITE ELEMENTFire LEAST FAVORITE COLORGrey LEAST FAVORITE FOODPears LEAST FAVORITE ANIMALDogs LEAST FAVORITE INSTRUMENTFlute LEAST FAVORITE ELEMENTAir HOBBIESMotorbiking and boxing, sometimes surfing. USUAL MOODBored DRINK/SMOKE/DRUGSAll HOW SERIOUS ARE THEYDepends on the situation (IN)DEPENDANTIndependant SOFT SPOT/VULNERABILITYCrying OPINION ON SWEARINGHe often swears, but not unnecessarily DAREDEVIL VS CAUTIOUSDaredevil MUSIC TYPEPunk-rock MOVIE TYPEHistory and tragedy dramas BOOK TYPEThrillers GAME TYPERpg or Lego games COMFORTABLE TEMPERATURE17°C SLEEPING PATTERNRegular, but 4 hours a day CLEANLINESS/NEATNESSVery clean, except clothes, which he throws around DESIRED PETA cat HOW DO THEY PASS TIMEExercising BIGGEST SECRETHis dad HERO/WHO THEY LOOK UP TONobody WHAT ANIMAL WOULD THEY BEA raven FEARSSomeone hurting his beloved ones, but since they are nonexistent, no fears. HOW DO THEY ACT WHEN THEY ARE...SADHe tries to hide himself from the looks. HAPPYSmiles more often. ANGRYDestroys things around him. AFRAIDYou can usually see that in his eyes. CONFUSEDHe'll ask until he realizes the situation. HOW DO THEY REACT TO...DANGERHe tries to escape as soon as possible SOMEONE THEY HATE WHO HAS A CRUSH ON THEMHe'd ignore them. PROPOSAL TO MARRYWho'd he marry? DEATH OF LOVED ONEHe'd show his true face and feelings DIFFICULT GAME/MATH/ETCAgain, he'd destroy stuff and rip papers INJURYHe'd 'play it cool' HISTORYBIOGRAPHYHe lived with both of his parents until his mum left, then he continued to live with only his dad.After Nick had problems with drugs, he started hitting Ash, and around that time Ash started training boxing. But years have passed and Nick couldn't take care of Ash anymore, so he sent him to his grandpa. Since his grandpa didn't like his hair nor piercings, he kept silent about Ash and sent him to a school far away from his home. ROMANCEDO THEY TAKE INITIATIVEHe usually lets others approach him. HOW DO THEY ACTUsually flirty, until he gets what he wants. Then he just leaves. GO SLOW VS JUMP INTOJump into PROTECTIVENot really WHAT KIND OF PRESENTS DO THEY BUYHe doesn't buy presents. TYPE OF KISSERVery straight forward, with no rooms for doubts DO THEY WANT KIDSNo DO THEY WANT TO MARRYNo MAKE GOOD OR BAD DECISIONSDepends on what you think is a good decision. ARE THEY ROMANTICNo HOW ARE THEY IN BEDWhen someone has a lot of practice... GET JEALOUS EASYNo MARRY FOR MONEYNo WHAT WOULD HAPPEN ON THEIR DREAM DATEHe doesn't do dates. ((he, however, does others on dates)) OPINION ON SEXOnly one night stands | |
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| Subject: Re: Characters Tue Jun 17, 2014 12:21 pm | |
| {iva's char with a bit of help from me i don't even} nameDominic Jensen - ShawSince his parents divorced, Dom had two surnames, one from his mum and one from his dad.nicknameDom, Nick, JelloWhereas his other nicknames are his name shortened, he earned his nickname 'Jello' on an especially drunk night where he ate all the Jello shots.age21He was born on the 2nd of April, even though hos mother went to the hospital on the 1st, and even her husband thought that she was joking, 'you can't have a baby ow'. And, still, he's here.sexualityHeterosexualSorry, guys, but Dom likes girls. Actually, 'likes' is an understatement. He said goodbye to his V card with 17, with the hottest girl in the school. So, yeah, you could call him a player.parentsMaїa Shaw and Jonathan JensenDivorced when Dom was 17, and it deeply shook him, so around that time he started playing and fooling around.siblingsNoneHe is an only child, which makes his life lonely. He always wanted a brother, or even a sister, that's why he's so open towards others.petsEmilyEmily is a snake his friends gave him for hos 20th birthday, because he kept killing his pets and plants and he needed to learn how to care.place of livingxA small flat in Miami, ideal for partying.hairMousy brownBrown with blonde tips, Dom has hair which most girls crave to touch, so it's always neatly done.eyesBrownUsual chocolate brown. They can be incredibly warm, but also very cold.weight73 kgEven though he doesn't work out, Dom inherited his mother's fast metabolism.height179 cmTaller than most girls, but a lot of guys are still taller than him. He highly dislikes when girls are taller than he is.historyDom was born in Chicago as an only child. He was a very polite kid. He was shy, good an perfect... until his parents got divorced. He was devastated for a week, and then he turned into a party animal! Sometimes it was so bad he drank all the Jello shots at a bar in Miami! And, yes, he moved to Miami. He even got tattoos... On his 19th birthday he got so drunk that he picked up strippers (7 of them), took them to a tattoo shop and tattooed their names on his butt. The sad thing is that he hasn't even got laid! On the other hand, for his 20th birthday, he got a snake, which hasn't died yet! That's good.I'm less interested in why we're here. I'm wholly devoted to while we're here. | |
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| Subject: Re: Characters Tue Jun 17, 2014 2:20 pm | |
| xnameAerhys Naria RileyRead as Ah-eh-ree-ce, Aerhys is an anternative spelling for Iris. Her name was a wish of her grandma's.nicknameReece, Ree, NarSince she doesn't have a lot of friends, she doesn't have any interesting nicknames.age24She's only one year out of MIT college, She was one of the best students, but still went by unnoticed.sexualityHeterosexualRee has never been kissed. She hasn't even imagined her wedding, but in her mind, it was always a he.parentsLorraine and Ryan RileyThey're always trying to 'socialize' Ree by bringing guests to their place, but she never 'got out of her shell'.siblingsAnne RileyAnne is a year older than Ree, so there weren't any huge fights, as Anne felt protective of her younger sister.petsDiocletianDio is a white hamster with huge black eyes and Ree loves just to hold him in her palms.place of livingxA tiny flat in the middle of London. What it lacks in space it gives in position.hairBlackRee's hair is waist-length and wavy. It's almost always silky and smooth because she cares a lot about it and washes it daily. She isn't sure for who though.eyesDark brownBig, dark eyes are one of Ree's best features, so she often uses thick black eyeliner to make them pop.weight67 kgRee's uncomfortable with her weight, so she wears large and wide dresses all the time to hide anything that could be hidden.height166 cmRee is normally tall, but she never wears heels, only flats, because she feels insecure in them, like she might fall.historyBorn in Glasgow, Scotland, but moved to a small city next to London when she was ten. Since she had a different accent than everybody and wore long flowery dresses, she was bound to be made fun of. Sure, there were a few people who tried to befriend her, but after a couple of people mocked her, she closed herself to the world. Instead of friends, Ree had numbers. She aced Maths in school, surprising even the teachers there. She won a few school competitions and was fourth in the whole Britain, and eventually made it into college. There she got interested in computer tech and algorithms and proved to be quite valuable in the office, so, at the moment, she is behind a big company in London, creating their web pages and programs. She lives alone in a small flat out of the center with Dio. In the end, a death of one man is tragedy. A death of thousands is just statistics. | |
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| Subject: Re: Characters Tue Jun 17, 2014 3:37 pm | |
| xnameOlivia Oscar o'DonnelHer parents named her with names that start with O because they have a crazy belief that if they name their children that they will have a rich life, hence the never-ending line of the letter O.nicknameLiv, Livvy, CaraMost of her nicknames are short for her name, but in some countries she's been to she is named 'Spirit'age26Liv was born on a hot August nigh on the 3rd. As a child she felt left out since nobody could come to to her birthday, they were all on holidays.sexualityHomosexualEven though she hasn't been in many relationships, all of them have been with girls she met while traveling. Her parents don't know.parentsOlive Tristan and Patrick o'DonnelOlive us very short, that's why Liv is 1m 57- That's the only thing she inherited from her mother. Light both hair and eyes are her dad's.siblingsJackson (older) and twins Oksana and Ozaria (younger)When Jack was born, Olive and Patrick didn't have the obsession with the letter O, but with the younger twins, they continued the 'tradition' of the letter, hence the Russian names on O.petsOzOz is a chihuahua which the o'Donnels found and kept on Jack's demand. He's actually awfully annoying.place of living-The hotels she drags herself into.hairLight blonde, shortLiv used to have long, shiny hair, but she cropped it because... well, let's just say it was her first time cooking. She has kept it short ever since.eyesLight blueDue to her slight heterochromia, the middle of her eyes is grey and the outside is azure blue.weight49 kgPetite built and short, her weight is normal.height1 m 57 cmShe often wears heels to appear taller, but since she can't wear 10 cm heels all the time...historyBorn in New Jersey as a younger sister of a three year old Jackson. As a child she was fascinated with her dad's traveling journals. She then decided to learn a lot of languages so she could eventually travel the whole world. She learnt Spanish, Portuguese, French and a bit of Chinese under her dad's friend's tutoring. But her family never had enough money to afford even trips to Manhattan, so her 'wings', as one would call freedom, were clipped. She then revealed another passion of hers; interior designing. She finished all schools necessary for that and once she walked into the world as a young designer, her old dreams reappeared. But now they were valid. People all over the world wanted her design in their house. So she traveled. And, until today, she hasn't stopped.and we laugh and laugh and all I know is at this moment I feel like I can do anything I want and be anyone I want and go anywhere on the globe and still call it home | |
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| Subject: Re: Characters Thu Jun 19, 2014 6:35 pm | |
| NameAntoinette Lillian SaffordLike that French queen, yeah. I like my name, mind you, but it's weird, so I go by Tony. Antoinette | An-twa-net | Praiseworthy Lillian | Lil-ee-an | Pure Safford | Sah-ford | From the willow fordAge24College student graduatee. Which means I'm really smart. Actually not. I'm a PE teacher so I know nothing of value, and in my free time, I play footy. Life is good.Date of Birth19th SeptemberWhat am I supposed to say about my birthday? It's the day I popped out of my mother's vagina. That's it, I guess.Hair colorBlondeIt's usually pulled into a tiny ponytail because I run a lot and any kind of hair in my face is bad hair.Eye colorBluePlain, usual blue. Nothing special. I like it, though, people don't ask do you wear contacts or not. And I don't have to wear glasses, so that's always a plus. Sometimes I steal my sister's though.Accent (if any)Southern BritishI am, indeed, a chav. Apologies. But spending lots and lots of time with boys can have that effect on me.Height169 cmHa ha, yeah, laugh all you want. But that is my real height.Weight65 kgPure muscle. At least that's what I tell everybody. Hey, I eat chocolate in my free time.TattoosxI know it's very hipster, but I like it. Impulsive and reckless decision to do that tattoo, but I don't regret it.ScarsAll over her bodyI've got quite a few. Not that I earned them the cool way, no. I get into fights with the teammates.NicknamesTonyEverybody calls me Tony, so I guess that counts as a nickname. Antoinette is a mouthful, so nobody uses it but my parents and my sis.Clothes, jewelryxI'm a quite casual person.Anything you would changeNoNot really. I'm not 100% confident in my own body, but being perfect is boring.If you were the opposite sex...No big differenceThere would, however, be more shirts for me.Products you useNoneLike, makeup? I don't really use much of that... If I go out, I borrow my sister's.HabitsTapping floor with feet and running in spot when nervousHobbies, what do you do with your timePlay football, sleep, runFavorite colorGreenPet peevesAnnoying peopleWhen people say that Barcelona is their favourite football club. Err, no, Barca is the most famous club, but it isn't one of the best, so it's probably the only one they know.Favorite time of dayLate afternoonWhere do you like to spend your time?Football fieldOr anywhere where I can run or exercise.Favorite animalCheetahsPetsxCrimson and Romy, my two girl hedgehogs. Crim is a lovely thing and Romy likes to sleep on my bed without warning me.What relaxes you?Radio transmissions of football matchesWhat? It calms me down, oddly enough.Living spacexIt's a small place in London, I don't hang around it a lot, only for sleeping.MeritsPassionate, persistent, proactiveFlawsStubborn, bold, fierceRelationshipsStableI don't like to hop around people like a little bunny. If you're my friend, you will be that for a long time.Best memoriesScoring a goal in semifinalsSemifinals of the British Amateur Football Tournament, for the record. Even though I scored that goal, we still lost the game, sadly.Worst memoriesBeing dumped for no reasonEven though I sell myself out to be a tough biscuit, being dumped hurts. And what's even worse, when they don't give you a reason.FriendsTeam she plays in and teachersMostly guys, two girls and my sister.RivalsAnyone she's playing against at the momentAnd I mean anyone.Were you ever betrayed?YesBut only once.Sexual orientationHeterosexualGirls are hot, yeah, but have you ever seen a guy with ABS? Oh, dear. And when they come into the locker room all sweaty and disgusting after the match... oof.Do you ever question it?NoAfter that vast description, did you think I question anything?Perfect dateA football matchThere's something romantic about swearing at referees and players.Past relationshipsA fewI've been in a few relationships, I'm not emotionally detached, but I dunno, romance was never the first thing on my mind.Have you ever hurt someone you loved?NoAt least I hope I didn't.Do you fall in love easily?NoNot really. Love is not really my field.DreamsTo win with her team in town football competitionI don't dream all that much, it's usually a small think that's my dream, and when I achieve that, I go to bigger and bigger stuff.Places you want to goSuperbowlSince all Americans talk about it so much, I wanna go and see it myself.Leader or the follower?LeaderUhh, captain of the team, hello?What do you feel responsible to do?To never give upJust to keep going through all the obstacles in my life and never stop.FearsThunderstormsYou could say I'm scared of lightning, and I don't know why. It just scares me.Opinion on death None I don't think about death. It will come eventually, but until it gets here, I'm going to live.If winning isn't everything, why do they keep score? | |
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| Subject: Re: Characters Sat Jun 21, 2014 5:10 pm | |
| Child, don't follow me home You're just too perfect for my hands to hold If you choose to stay, you'll throw it all away And I just want to take your innocenceNameClaude Cooper RyderClaude | Klawd | Cloudy Cooper | Koo-per | Barrel maker Ryder | Riy-der | Knight warrior The name which my mother, an avid fan of a musical called Hair, picked. Luckily, our family name wasn't Bukowski, otherwise she'd dissolve into a fit of manic laughter.NicknameRooA shorter version of my surname is most often my nickname, as well, as my name isn't shortened with ease. My family uses it mostly, for I don't have a lot of friends, all high school ones sort of drifted away once we graduated.Gender MaleI was born male and my binary gender is male. Pronouns are 'he' and 'his', if you wish to go into it deeper.Age22I was born on the 12th of March, at three am. I have nothing in particular to add about my age.NationalityIrishI was born in Doolin, a small place near Galway, but my family and I moved to Dublin when I was two. We hadn't moved around since.Height6ftI'm considered to be tall, but since my father's 6ft 1, I'd say I'm just average.VoiceBass-baritoneI don't really enjoy singing, even though my mum made me go to a child choir, but if you ask nicely... I probably still wouldn't sing.HealthPhysical; below average. Mental; awful.There is no nice way to put it. I was diagnosed with depression when I was fifteen, and with anxiety when I was nineteen. Doctors usually say the main reason to those two illnesses is a childhood trauma, but as far as my parents know, I had none. Physical health, well, it would be exquisite, if I didn't have various cuts on my arms. Again, mental harms the physical.SexualityStraightI've never liked 'hanging out' with people, so, naturally, I've never had a girlfriend. Just being around people made me nervous, and since I'm not a person to enjoy my pain, I just stayed away.FamilyLaura and Timothy RyderMy parents. I was an only child. I guess I still am, to correct myself. I get along with my parents quite well, since I'm not the type to party and things along those lines.FriendsNoneIt's not that people don't wish to be around me, I don't wish to be around people.BirthplaceDoolinI believe I mentioned it before.HobbiesArchery, calligraphyI have been called gay many times because of that last hobby. What's so homosexual about words?Marital statusSingleI don't date, so it would be strange if I was married.ReligionNoneI don't believe in God, and I don't believe in Karma. You work for what you have and that's it.PossessionsNot manyI don't need a lot of things.Voice & accentIrish accent, big vocabularyI can talk, but most of the time I don't, so that answer could go both ways.ClothesxI don't have a big wardrobe, but I am dressed all of the time, so I think... that's good?OccupationArchery teacher in a campI teach archery in a small summer camp. An interesting job, I guess.ResidencexI know I said I didn't move from Dublin, and I didn't, this is just outside. It's in the middle of camp, so it's very near perfect.IntelligenceAverageJust because I have a vocabulary of a college teacher doesn't mean I'm smart. Because, most of the time, I'm not.TemperamentLow fuseI snap pretty quickly. Not all the times, but I have my days, so you can judge yourself.HappinessLowIt's not that I don't try, I'm just not a happy person and jokes don't make me laugh.HabitsHand fiddlingWhenever I'm sitting or standing still, I make indistinct lines on my arms.There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.
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| Subject: Re: Characters Sun Jun 22, 2014 2:47 pm | |
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Climbing out the back door, didn't leave a mark No one knows it's you Miss Jackson Found another victim But no one's gonna find Miss Jackson, Jackson, Jackson
> Name < I have two names, depending on my situation. The majority of the time, I known as Naomi Demetria Jackson. Mostly because that is the name my mother and father gave me and it is the name on my birth certificate. However, I am known as Damiana Armstrong by the police and the press, a pseudonym ya know, but don't tell them that. | Naomi | Ni-oh-mee | Hebrew | Pleasantness | | Demetria | Dee-mee-tree-ah | Greek | Follower of Demeter | | Jackson | Jack-son | English | Son of Jack |
| Damiana | Day-mee-arn-na | French | Untamed | | Armstrong | Arm-strong | Scottish | Strong arms |
> Age < I am 20 years old, but I live two completely different lives at the same time. I guess you could class that as me living 40 years, it definitely feels like that sometimes. My birthday is 22nd February, not much else I can really add.
> Gender < Even the police know this, and they haven't seen me properly, I am sure you can guess.
> Sexuality < I am straight, I like guys. Thing is I haven't dated a guy in years as I fear he may figure out stuff about me that should remain secret. Yes sometimes as Dami I have to mess around with guys, but that is only part of the job and it is a very effective way of getting information. Another reason I don't date is I travel around a lot, so I don't actually get chance to meet men.
> Eyes < My eyes are a dark brown, which is an advantage for me, as in the dark it is very hard to see what colour they are, and brown is the most common eye colour, so the police can't narrow me down because of that.
> Hair < My hair varies in length quite often, as I need to disguise myself a bit. At the moment, it is just longer than shoulder length and is a light brown. I am too lazy to style it, but usually on a job it is tied back so it doesn't get in my face.
> Piercings and Tattoos < I have a single tattoo on my wrist, x, a key. The key is sort of my symbol when I am Damiana, as a key is able to open doors to a new world. I have no piercings, as there is always the chance that they could get caught on something and get ripped off, which would be very painful.
> Who is Damiana? < Dami is my disguise for when I go out to do jobs. What is my job? I am classed as a criminal by the police, but I find that an insult. Yes, I do bad things, but not always for selfish reasons. I sell the items I steal, keep enough of the money to keep myself going, before giving the rest to charities and the poor. I also take care of bad people for people who I know are good, I do this for justice. Yes, a lot of people hate Dami, but again, I am the only reason a lot of people are able to survive; 'One man's terrorist is another's freedom fighter.' That is my motto when I'm Dami. Dami me is like the contrast to Naomi me, people think Naomi as innocent and loving, while Dami is presented as sexy and uncaring. I don't think Dami's 'uncaring' she just doesn't care about the rich. She helps the poor, that is her main function. Compared to usual Naomi clothing, Dami wears dark clothing, the complete contrast to my clothing as Naomi is very light and summery, emphasising the façade of innocence I have. The one problem is, I am unsure what my true personality is, as I am not always as bitchy as Dami but I am not as innocent as Naomi.
> Occupation < As mentioned before, when I am Dami I help the less fortunate, either that be stealing or murdering. As Naomi I find any little jobs I can in the town I am staying in while I am doing work as Dami. I need to keep working as Naomi just in case the police get suspicious, I also keep both Naomi and Dami separated, so if Dami has a job in New York, Naomi will be working in a town at least an hour drive away. Again, this is a way of stopping the police getting suspicious.
> Current Residence < No where, I don't live in a town, or a house. I live in my little caravan x x, I inheritated it off my mother after she 'passed'. I love this little thing, really it is my pride and joy. > Birth Place < I was born into a small group of travellers, hence the reason I travel around in my little caravan. I loved my times as a gypsy, and was distraught when my mother took me away from that life style when I was ten, sending me to a normal life. However, when I was fourteen, I got back into the gypsy life, and that was how Dami was born. She was my 'darker' side if you please. The problem was, as I was taking things, it didn't feel enough. I wasn't achieving enough by doing that, so I took it a step further.
> Fears < My main fear is being caught. I enjoy this life too much. I know one day I will have to retire, but that is a long time in the future and I don't want to think about that now. If I get caught I would receive so much shit I will probably be sent to death row, did I mention I fear death?
> Dreams < My dream is for everyone to be equal, and all have whatever they could ever desire without affecting other people's lives.
> Parents < Both are dead, so it doesn't really matter what I say about them. I hated my mother, she was always so against my thoughts of the world and the things I did with my father. That is the reason she left him and took me to the 'normal' world. My father was an amazing man, he taught me he majority of the things I know now, he taught me how to handle a gun and how to not get caught in the act. He helped me with the first time I killed someone, he helped me develop Dami. But he was shot dead, I saw it happen. Mother did it, she got so angry at him, and I got so angry at her. I sort of just... slipped.. > Pets < I own a black Basenji, his name is Shadow x. Shadow was a stray who spent a lot of time around my caravan a couple of years ago, so I took him in. He's a sweet dog, really, but he can get very aggresive especially if someone he doesn't know has come near our caravan. I named him Shadow, not just because of his colour, but because he spends a lot of his time in the shade and dark, I presume this is because he doesn't enjoy the sun, plus he moves about just as quiet as a shadow and never leaves my side.
> Life < "Shadow, here boy!" I called out to Shadow, I picked him up and placed him inside of the caravan. I locked the door after he scampered into his bed and I pulled my scarf so it was covering my mouth and nose, thankfully it was cold enough so this didn't look suspicious. I had been putting this job off for a while now and I really needed to do it before I left for another. I walked into town with my hood pulled over my head and tucked my hands in the pockets. It was simple really, which made it boring. A girl had asked me to spy on her boyfriend, watching where he went and who he was with. I much preferred the more thrilling things, but if I wanted to help everyone then I must do the shitty jobs as well. I soon spotted the guy I was supposed to follow, Marcus was his name. I really didn't know why this girl liked him, you could tell he was one of those 'players' the dicks of the world. People like him should cease to exist. I leant against a brick wall and watched him flirting with a young girl, and sighed lightly. Is this what I get paid for? I took a few pictures, deciding that was all I needed to do, when the Marcus guy started walking towards the girl. The fading light made it hard to make out what was happening, but it definitely didn't seem right. I moved towards them slowly, watching Marcus grabbing the girl around her waist and dragging her closer, but she thrashed about, trying to get free. "Oi!" I cried out, in my faux German accent. As Damiana I always used it, the police thought I was German, so it definitely works well. "Let her go!" I shouted, and Marcus looked up towards me, but refused to let the girl go. "What are you going to do?" He asked, smirking at me. I pulled out my pistol, a German USP 42 Cal. It helps make Dami seem more German. Marcus' eyes widened as he saw the gun, he let go of the girl and lifted his hands up. "Give her your money, all of it, or anything of value" "What?" "You heard me!" Marcus was confused but handed anything that seemed of value to the girl I hardly ever take anything for myself, I make money as Naomi. No, Dami is just a way of spreading justice. He was about to abuse her, something that I find one of the worst things to do . "Is that everything?" I asked, and he nodded. "Liar" I said, cocking the gun, "It is. It is! Everything is given to her" He cried, and I snorted, before firing the gun. "Get out of here" I said to the girl, she looked terrified, but took the money Marcus gave her and ran off. I bent down to Marcus, giving him the once over to check for anything else, yes, his watch. I removed it from his wrist and shoved it in the same pocket as my gun and removed my hoodie, placing it into my bag. I can't be seen wearing black or a scarf around a dead body. I ran off, heading back to my caravan.
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| Subject: Re: Characters Sun Jun 22, 2014 3:20 pm | |
| x x xname ; ;Unity Bianca KelzieNot a huge fan of my name, but it's mine, so I have to carry it my whole life. Unity | You-nee-tee | Harmony Bianca | Bee-ann-ka | Shining Kelzie | Kel-zee | Braveage ; ;21Second year of LDA, and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. But I'm not such a fan of ballet, so in my free time I write choreography moves for my hip hop dance group.gender ; ;FemaleAt least that's what I look like. You know, curves and stuff like periods and birth giving.date of birth ; ;7th OctoberI don't really celebrate my birthday. I don't like the occasion we're celebrating. I didn't do anything on the day of my birth. I cried a lot.place of birth ; ;Edinburgh, ScotlandI did move to London, but only because of school. I dislike living in large cities. Too crowded.occupation ; ;Student, group dancerI don't work for paycheck, that's planned for after college. I plan on being a backup dancer for some singers, just for the thrill of it.hair colour/style ; ;Light brown, noneMost often, I don't style my hair. Unless I'm dancing. Then I tie it in a fishtail.eye colour ; ;Dark brownI like my eyes because they're neutral, so I can put whatever makeup I want on them and they'll still look okay.accent ; ;ScottishNaturally, if I was born in Scotland.height ; ;161 cmI'm not really tall, so I'm good for lifting in dance moves.weight ; ;68I'm not the lightest dancer in the school, but eh. Sorry, guys.tattoos ; ;'Lifting means I'm closer to the stars' on her waistI got it when I first performed a cheerleader act with a lot of lifting. I'm still so proud of it.piercings ; ;NoneThey aren't practical, and I'm a messy person so I'd misplace them.scars ; ;Not manyI'm not a clumsy person, so I don't have a lot of marks on my body.sexuality ; ;HeterosexualI like guys and I like to date guys. I don't see a problem with dating whoever I like.clothing ; ;Street casualEven for my ballet classes (which I HATE) I wear some grungy hip hop clothes. It's just my style.living space ; ;xIt's a small student room, since I didn't live in London when I got invited to the school. I keep it neat because it's the place where I dance.How do you usually dress?Casually, first thing that my hands touch in my closet. But most of my closet is, as mentioned before, hip hop, street, grunge, so that's my style.What do you wear to sleep?I like to wear one of my brother's old shirts.Do you wear jewelry?Not really, because they're only a distraction when I dance.Books or Music?Music, because beats and rhythm are basically my life right now.Movies or TV shows?Movies. I don't have time for TV shows.What are some of your pet peeves?When people say that dancing is easy. Just my morning routine, daily morning routine would make them lose their breath within seconds.What sort of gifts do you like?Useful gifts, I can't really fit not-useful things in my room, now can I?What is your favorite time of day?Early morning, because of the sky colours.Favorite weather? Season?Rain, but light rain, because there's something lovely in water dripping from the sky. My favourite season is autumn.Where do you like to spend your time?In my room, dancing.Favorite food? Favorite drink?I like ice tea and grilled cheese.Favorite animal?A gazelle.How is your health?Hmm, I'd say good.Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire. | |
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| Subject: Re: Characters Sun Jun 22, 2014 7:05 pm | |
| Kindling of the past sinsNameKirsten "Pluto" Berger Kirsten ⇅ Christian Pluto ⇅ Short for plutonium ⇅ Deadly Berger ⇅ Mountain My real name is Kirsten Lynn Berger, but for the sake of my reputation, I go by Pluto, because plutonium is the deadliest element, and I, too, like to think of myself as deadly. It's a guilty pleasure.NicknameKirstie, Mz P Mz P, short for Mz Pluto. I even have a code name. That's really sweet of my enemies. Kirstie is the classic nickname, shortened name. How unoriginal.Birthdate27th October I am a Scorpio, if you believe in zodiac, which I don't. The only astrology I like is none.So that night, when he came home from work I fixed him his drink, as usual You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenicBEHIND THE LOOKING GLASSAge24, though most people think she's older. At this time I should be finishing college, ah, but the trick is, I didn't go to college. College, and education, is unnecessary.Eye ColorxI dislike it. It's too light, and dark sunglasses are needed in fights, so people don't recognize my eye colour.Hair colorBrown I sometimes colour it, if I'm on a longer... hm, you could call them missions or journeys.Typical hairstyleCut into a messy bob I cut it myself. I prefer it shorter because it's easier to run without it going in your face.Height5'1" I am short, but I wear heels to mask it.Weight138, mostly muscle I run a lot, and make dramatic escapes every now and then, so I think this weight suits me.NationalityAmerican I was born in America, but even though I don't have a passport, I managed to travel out of the country a number of times.Distinguishing MarksA very long scar down her whole left arm A mishap including a knife and a distraction. I nearly bled out on that one.AccentArizonian Since I come from Arizona, it would be strange if my accent wasn't what it is. I can fake a lot of accents, though, it's very fun to confuse people.HealthPhysical disabilitiesHand twitching after a lot of stress Only the arm which I had cut has that little twitch. It's the only thing that's unfixable on my body.Physical abilitiesSpeed and flexibility But don't think that didn't come with a cost. I had to work pretty hard to be able to be able to fight off people with that kind of ease.So I took the shotgun off the wall And I fired two warning shots into his head FAVORITESColorDark green It's the perfect camo colour, so it's often my clothing choice.MusicRhythmic types I can't listen to sappy ballads. I listen to rock, metal and dance, since the only time I listen to music is when I work out.FoodFast food I'm not flawless. Even though I love it, I restrict myself from it the most I can.LiteratureAnything informative I don't read for joy, I read to learn, and so far I've read so many things that TNT mix is mixed up with a cupcake recipe, so there's that.ExpressionsAssassin I like it, because it's basically a synonym to killer, and it has a word 'sin' in it.BookNone As I said before, I don't read fiction.QuoteBetween two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before. I like it because it fits me and it's well thought through.ExpletiveFuck I keep it simple when it comes to swears.Mode of transportationHelicopter They're one of the most stylish things you can fly in.Then he ran into my knife He ran into my knife ten timesHABITSSmokesCamel cigarettes Another guilty pleasure of mine. You'd expect an antagonist to smoke, right? But I keep it light, three boxes a week the most.DrinksBeer and Tequila Yes, I drink too. Accept me with all my flaws.Worst bad habitSmoking I guess it's smoking, because I still don't do drugs.QuirksWears multiple watches set to different time zones It's a little thing I picked up from my dad. I know what time it is in Japan and in Germany at any given moment.Well, I was in such a state of shock, I completely blacked out I can't remember a thing, it wasn't until later When I was washing the blood off my hands I even knew they were deadBACKGROUNDHometownSedona, Arizona You know, the canyon city.Type of childhoodLaid back I never did anything except read and train shooting with my brother and school. I didn't 'hang out' with my friends, I didn't have parties or anything. I guess I was a good child.Booksmart or streetsmart?Both I guess both? I read books about hacking and breaking necks, I think that counts as streetsmart.Religion and/or religious views and/or tendencies?None I don't believe in God and I'm not in any religions. I just don't think there's someone controlling us, or, in particular, me. I am my own master.I guess you can say we broke up because of artistic differences He saw himself as alive and I saw him deadFIRSTSJobAssassin I guess so. I didn't have any jobs before this, current, one.KissIn an alleyway when she was 15 It was for an assignment. After that I shoot the bastard in the brain.Sexual experience?In a dresser room when she was 17 This one didn't get a bullet in his brain. A knife in the gut works just as nicely.He had it coming, he had it coming He only had himself to blame If you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it I betcha you would have done the sameFAMILYMotherAllison Krill I don't know her very well, but to be honest, I don't know anybody from my family well. She's the one I inherited hair and eye colour from.FatherDaniel Berger And he's the one I inherited my attitude and muscles from. Good combo.SiblingsNone I have a half sister though, my mother's daughter but not my father's, so, if that counts, then yes, I have siblings.Close to family?No Connections are a weakness that I can't afford to have.What is the use of just giving in? You know that if you keep this up you'll be more scars than skinOCCUPATIONWhere does she work?Nowhere Actually, on the streets. I don't have a particular working place, though I sometimes go and boss around my fellow co-workers, because, you know, I'm their boss and the top killer in the squad.Relationship with co-workersGood They look up to me, which is amazing, and really cool, if you don't mind my language, because they're all older than me and they're all male. Talk about women power.Does she like her jobYes I kill assholes for a living. How brilliant is that?Dream jobCurrent I'm living my dream.Let his flesh not be torn Let his blood leave no stain Though they beat him Let him feel no pain Let his bones never break And however they try To destroy him Let him never die...ATTITUDEGreatest fearBreaking character See, every assignment I get is a kind of an acting piece. My worst fear is that my character breaks.Worst thing that could happen to her?Death I think that's the ultimate worst thing.What single event would most throw her life in complete turmoil?Discovery If someone outs me to the police. I'd probably be killed.She is most at ease when...In the office When I deal with calls. Because there's no action or anything to watch over.Most ill at ease whenOn an assignment Then I have to watch out for every single thing.PrioritiesHiding her face If anyone sees my face, it's over, it's all over.How she feels about selfGood I have no reason not to. I mean, there will always be imperfections, but I'm satisfied with who I am right now.If granted one wish, what would it be?To not have to hide her face ever again It's exhausting.Daredevil or cautious?Daredevil Most of the time I'll manip my victim. It's fun, don't blame me.Biggest regretNot paying enough attention Remember the arm scar? That's what happens when I don't pay attention.Biggest accomplishmentMass murder Four people, one car, one bomb. The thrill was amazing.Her darkest secretNone It doesn't get much darker than what it already is, right?Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop Here is a strange and bitter cropPERSONALITYGreatest source of strengthPhysical strength The fact that I'm strong is one of the best things about me.Greatest source of weaknessEyes I feel so vulnerable when I show my real eye colour, but since my eyes can't stand wearing contacts too long, it's a risk I have to take.Her soft spotChildren I can't, and I don't want to kill children. They're too innocent.Biggest vulnerabilityBeing tied If someone ties me down, I'm helpless. So don't do that.Look at how a single candle can both Defy and define the darkness.TRAITSOptimist or pessimist?Realist I'm realistic about my goals, so I'm neither.Introvert or extrovert?Introvert I'm fine on my own.Drives and motivations?Making people happy Not in the way you think. I make them happy when I end their enemies' lives.TalentsSport Name a sport. I will probably ace it.Extremely skilled at...Anything athletic See above.Extremely unskilled at...Communication I can act it out, but I don't think I even have a real me.MannerismsScratching lips I often scratch my lower lip. Maybe because I wipe blood from it regularly, the habit stayed?PeculiaritiesGun fiddling I twirl my gun in my hand, cowboy style. It's sad.It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughterSELF-PERCEPTIONOne word she would use to describe herselfOmnipotent Not really, but I need an excuse to use that word.How she thinks others perceive her?Fear I hope they're afraid of me, because that's where I'm aiming at.Yet, no matter how deeply I go down into myself, My God is dark, and like a webbing made of A hundred roots that drink in silence.INTERRELATION WITH OTHERSIs she divorced? Why?Yes Sometimes assignments require drastic measures.Has she ever cheated on any significant other?No I never had a significant other.How does she relate to others?She doesn't There are people, and there is me. Don't make mistakes.How is she perceived by...StrangersI want to leave an impression, but not enough to be memorable. I'm in a dilemma.FriendsFriends?Husband/LoverAgain, lover?Co-workersThey listen to me, so that's good.First impression she makes is...Confidence I hope so, at least. I try to make it so.Darkness approaches from outside. I feel no light inside me strong enough to resist it.GOALSImmediate goalCurrent assignment My focus is on the now.Long range goalNot to get caught I'm a simple person.How does she plan to accomplish goalsBy working on them And I'm doing a damn good job. So far, so good.How will other people around her be affected?They won't I just want to keep living this way.Evil isn’t the real threat to the world. Stupid is just as destructive as Evil, maybe more so, and it’s a hell of a lot more common. What we really need is a crusade against Stupid. That might actually make a difference.PROBLEMS/CRISISHow she reacts in a crisisShe deals with it I'll fix it, no matter what it takes.How does she face problemsWith confidence I have to deal with them, so there's no point in avoiding anything.How she reacts to NEW problemsNot good I mostly facepalm.How she reacts to changeShe doesn't Change is good, most of the time.Looks like what drives me crazy Don't have no effect on you-- But I'm gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, tooGENERALJewelryxI don't wear jewelry, but when I do...Other accessoriesGuns and heavy rings Anything that could help me in a fight, really.Drives a ... Motorcycle Not often, but that's my vehicle of choice.Where she livesIn her office I don't have my own place. I find it unnecessary, as I wouldn't spend much time in it anyway.Where she wants to live?Nowhere I don't want to be stationary. Ever.Spending habitsNonexistent My team buys groceries and I buy clothes and I don't need anything else. We're a small family in a way.What she does too much ofRearranging her office I like to move stuff around and annoy my colleagues.Too little ofVacuuming I should vacuum the office daily, but I don't. Apologies.Most prized possessionGun collection My babies, ah.Play musical instrumentNo No, I don't. Unnecessary.Does she like animalsNot really They make a lot of noise.I know there’s evil in the world, and there always has been. But you don’t need to believe in Satan or demons to explain it. Human beings are perfectly capable of evil all by themselves.TECHNICALOwn a computerNo I have a laptop, computers are too heavy.Email addressSeveral My private one and dozens of ones for, hmm, customers.Use computer for business, pleasure, both?Business I don't have time for pleasure.Play computer gamesNo See the statement above. | |
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Posts : 7560 Join date : 2013-10-06 Age : 23 Location : hell
| Subject: Re: Characters Mon Jun 23, 2014 7:30 pm | |
| Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to ariseNameMitchell Calvin TyroneMitchell ♮ Mich-uh-l ♮ Gift from God Calvin ♮ Kal-vin ♮ Precious sky Tyrone ♮ Tahy-ron-ee ♮ Lord But, as you probably guessed, I don't really use my full name *laughs* I go by my various nicknames, as they're more casual, and I'm not anything but casual. Dad picked my name, surprisingly, because he never wins in any arguments, not even with me, so my mother got the hold of my middle name, that's why it's from a fashion industry or whatever that is. I don't know my fashion. Tyrone is a family name, but it isn't read as it usually would, it adds and 'ee' sound at the end, and I think it fits me more because it would be awkward to have it all like Mitch-ell Cal-vin Ty-rone, it's weird and monotone, so let's not do that, okay?NicknameMitch, Mitchie, Lennon, Lenny, LenOnly my family calls me Mitch, to be honest, because most often I go with the name Lennon. There's a story behind that. People think I look like John Lennon in his pre-Beatles stage, so that's where the nickname originated from. I think most of the people actually think Lennon is my real name, because it's the only thing they call me.Gender MaleOoh, the most interesting one yet. I don't know, you can check if you wish, but I assure you, I am a male human being.Age25A quarter of a century old. Wait, that makes me seem like I'm really old. But I don't mind, since I'm old enough to be able to watch anything on the tv and drink everything I can. NationalityBritishYes, British, with all its ups and downs. I guess that adds up to people's beliefs I'm a new reincarnation of John Lennon, even though he believed he'd reincarnate as a lawnmower.HeightMetre ninety-twoTaaaall. That's what people say. But I'm just normal, everything below two metres is fine, but obviously, unless you're a giant. Giants are very tall.VoiceBaritoneSee, people all around me, John Lennon wasn't a baritone. He was a tenor. Now get off my back. I don't sing a lot, not when I'm around people, actually, I sing a lot when I'm alone, but never on karaoke tracks. That's what guitars are made for. I also host a radio channel for music daily, from noon till three, picking songs and placing them on a playlist and sometimes comment. Fun job, I'm telling ya.HealthGoodErm, fine, I guess? All my limbs are in one place and I don't hallucinate, so that's fine, right?SexualityHomosexualThat's a hard one. Are you asking me what I am or what I present to be? Because that's a mess, really. I don't tell anybody what I am because they don't ask, and if they don't ask, I don't tell. Even if they asked, I'd lie. My parents, see, they can't find out. I love them, truly, but they wouldn't understand. FamilyClara and Lewis TyroneAs I said before, I try to keep my relationship with my parents what it should be, light and not pressured, but I tend to avoid them the most I can.FriendsEverybody who enters the course and some of his old high school friendsI can befriend anybody and everybody who I want and who wants me. No, not in a perverted way.BirthplaceStoke-on-TrentIt's not Liverpool, as many people guess, but I presume it's close enough.HobbiesInstrument playing and music writingI play the guitar, piano, cello and drums, and I often write music, you know, in my free time, but it isn't any good.Marital statusSingleOnly the thought of me walking with some handsome bloke in front of my parents brings me to laughter, so no.ReligionJewishMy family is one of the few Jewish families in this region, but I've never been such a big believer myself. I always liked the idea of God, but I never liked the rules which most religions write.Possessionsx xMy instruments have always been my most valuable possessions. A guitar with stickers of the Beatles' signatures and a white electra are the best among the best.AccentPotterThat's the slang word for my accent, I believe.ClothesxI almost always wear the same thing, washed dozens of times. I'm lazy when it comes to clothes.OccupationGuitar tutorI teach people how to play guitar, mostly on summer camp and courses.ResidencexA small flat on the bottom floor, next to a forest. I absolutely adore it, it's lovely.IntelligenceGoodI don't know anything about Maths or Geography, but in the Music field, I'm pretty smart.TemperamentLong fuseI let it boil within me for a long time and then I just burst.HappinessFairI try to keep myself happy most of the time, as there was no point on being sad.HabitsPlaying without a pickI sometimes throw the pick in the corner and play without it. I don't know why, because the sound's obviously better with it.Part of me suspects that I'm a loser, and the other part of me thinks I'm God Almighty. | |
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Posts : 7560 Join date : 2013-10-06 Age : 23 Location : hell
| Subject: Re: Characters Mon Jun 30, 2014 6:33 pm | |
| x x x x xname ; ;Venus Ali HallisI am named after a planet. Fucking planet. Venus | Planet Ali | That guy from Indian stories Hallis | Sounds like Harry's. Harry Potter.age ; ;26I feel like 16. I act like 16.gender ; ;FemaleI was born female, had a male stage when I was 20, I am back to female.date of birth ; ;28th FebruaryI could've been special. Why am I not special? I could tell people that I'm younger, having my birthday every four years.place of birth ; ;Oakland, CaliforniaIt sounds fancy, but it's really dirty there. Annoying as shit.occupation ; ;Sound engineerI go to cool tours and work with cool sounds, acoustic and or electric and meet cool people but I don't really like 'cool'.hair colour/style ; ;GingerishI don't know, I coloured it ginger, from blonde, but it turned out this carrot shade. Universe loves me. I wear it let down, I rarely brush it.eye colour ; ;GreyEmotionless, dull. Much like my heart.accent ; ;CalifornianI shit you not. The stereotypical west shore surfer dude one.height ; ;1m 59I used to be taller, but back problems.weight ; ;68 kgI don't give a shit. I eat all the time.tattoos ; ;NoneI don't have them, they annoy me because if nothing, they look like scars. piercings ; ;NoneWhy?scars ; ;The back of herI told you already, back, spine, butt problems. Makes it painful to walk.sexuality ; ;StraightNot really. I don't like anyone. Don't let anyone near.clothing ; ;CleanMost of the time. I don't own a functional washer, but I try my bestliving space ; ;xSmall place in Oakland, but I don't spend much time in it. Tours with shitty bands.How do you usually dress?Like shit. I wear my pajamas to work.What do you wear to sleep?Pajamas.Do you wear jewelry?...I have this one cross necklace, my best friend Luna gave it to me before- She gave it to me.Books or Music?MusicMovies or TV shows?None. Reality freak, eh.What are some of your pet peeves?People... no, that's it, people.What sort of gifts do you like?Food.What is your favorite time of day?Night.Favorite weather? Season?I don't know, they're all the same.Where do you like to spend your time?Home.Favorite food? Favorite drink?Pizza and Sprite.Favorite animal?Snake. Because it bites.How is your health?Discussable.because of you i am afraidi panicked, i slammed the brakes but she was gone. i could have, i should have, but at the moment, i couldn't. she's my star, my luna. even though her name means moon. she's a star. i met her on her tour. she had such a beautiful voice, and we clicked. friends you don't find on your streets. we hung together for years. seven long, long years. gone. gone in a flash. no connections. no love. no life. only surviving.It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go But I'm doing it It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone Still harder getting up, getting dressed, living with this regret But I know if I could do it over I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart That I left unspoken | |
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Posts : 7856 Join date : 2013-10-06 Age : 24 Location : Mordor
| Subject: Re: Characters Mon Jun 30, 2014 7:18 pm | |
| xXx Hey, don't write yourself off yet It's only in your head you feel left out or looked down on. Just try your best, try everything you can. And don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away.
Basic Life x My name is Graham Cooper Evans, a lot of the time though I go by Grey. My name has no significant importance, apart from the fact it is my uncle's name. I grew up with him, so I guess I would technically be called 'Graham Cooper Evans Jr.' and, unfortunately, the maids do call me that, or Junior, if they don't say my whole name. However I never spend enough time around them, or my uncle for that matter, for them to actually call me that. I spend the majority of my time away from the house, as my uncle thinks at nineteen I should be training to join an army camp or something, as that is what my father did. But my dad is dead, I have a dead father. It shouldn't matter to me whether or not he was in the army, he's dead now and there is nothing we can do about it. Making me go have the same fate as him isn't going to help anyone, but uncle is very persistent and has already booked my place at the toughest army school in the country. I don't want to leave here. I have the orphans to care for. Did I mention them? How can I have forgotten them? There are four of them, Gale [Oldest of the four, being sixteen.], Blake, Hornet [her real name is a secret, but I have a feeling it is Caterina] and Bo [Youngest (six years) and also the younger sibling to Gale, his name is Robert]. They all have their own stories as to why they are on the streets and I think of them all as my younger siblings. I want them to have the childhood they all deserve, and yes, my family is probably rich enough to get them all their own homes and new families, but they don't know about the wealth. They believe I am like them, on the streets with no where to go. This lie started a while ago, and I feel if I ever told them the truth they would hate me. I pretend to steal things to get my money, a really bad role model I know. Once I move off to this army camp I will be leaving all these guys behind, something I really don't want to do.
The Gang x As I had mentioned, their names are Gale, Blake, Hornet and Robert. None of us have told us our last names, but I guess that is just safer so they don't get caught by social services and so they don't figure out about me. I hated lying to them, but I do make up for it in what I buy them. I got them an abandoned warehouse to live in, giving them all their own rooms. We cleaned the place up and added things like a pool table and entertainment for everyone. We basically spend our lives there, and for the four of them it is home, a safe haven for them to go to, with a few people who care about them. Hornet is our on site first aider so we don't have to worry about going to the hospital, and she can also cook up a mean dinner when given the right ingredients. Blake is the one best with engineering and fixing stuff, so he can always help fix things. And Bo, little Bo, he is the little ray of sunshine, always ready to make us all smile. If I had time I would tell you all the stories of everyone of these four amazing people, but that is for another time. We mostly get by with the stuff I buy, and sometimes what Gale and I manage to steal. But we always try to keep stealing to a minimum, or at least I do. I am just fearing for when I am set off to camp, how will I explain that to them?
On the Outside x A lot of the time, Gale and I are mistaken for brothers, it is clear to see why, plus this similar image helps us a lot when we're hanging around. My hair is brown, and it changes colour often. It can go dark brown to light in a matter of days. I guess is a medium length cut, as it isn't stupidly long, nor am I bald. I rarely style my hair as I see no point, but at camp they will cut it off, and that is not something I am looking forward to. Hornet always saying how she likes my hair, a friendly gesture, nothing more, but it does make me want to keep my hair this way. Now, my eyes, they are a very dark green, very often mistake for brown. My clothing depends with whom I find myself. With the gang, it is usually very casual, clothing that is cheap to get a hold of, while with my uncle my clothing is very smart. Quite often collars and a jumper pulled over that. I am about average height, probably a bit taller, which I don't mind at all, I like having a bit of height advantage over people. Weight-wise, I'm apparently the right weight for my height, I just have a lacking of any muscle at all, another reason uncle wants to send me away because I'm a 'weakling'
Relationships x You do not want to know how many times I have been asked if I was dating Hornet. I'm not, simply because I am not her type, which is one of the reasons she is not living at home with a family. I hope we're her family now. I am single, and quite frankly not ready to mingle. I have not really had any interest in dating anyone in quite a few years. I find relationships a distraction from what I am meant to be doing with my life, and currently that is looking after my little gang, my proper family. My uncle keeps reminding me how I need to go out a find the right girl, but I don't want to. If I get a grilfriend there is a huge chance she will bust me to the gang and that is a risk I will never be willing to take.
Quirks, Hobbies and Talents x My hobbies consist of pool and hanging with the gang. Problem is, I am shocking at pool, and I mean shocking, I can't even hold the pole, or is it cue?, right. Oh, one quirk of mine is I never swear. Never. Not even in my mind. I fear this could be a bad influence, plus I don't see the point in it. I think I swore once, many many years ago, and my uncle got very angry at me. So I never swear now. Talents? I don't think I have one, useless you count caring for younger people as a talent? I'm very patient with them and next to never get angry, no matter who it is I am talking to. I love spending time with younger children, and hope, when I am able to get a job, I will be able to become a teacher or social worker. One that will make school something enjoyable for kids.
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