★ Dream Yourself Awake ★

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✒ Name: Willow Figsby
✒ Nickname: Will or Red (but only if you want to annoy her)
✒ Age: 20
✒ Gender: Female
✒ Birthday: February 23

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✒ Height: 5'7"
✒ Hair: Red
✒ Eyes: Ice Blue
✒ Complexion: "Redhead"Skin i.e. pretty darn pale
✒ Body Mods: Nose stud and angel wings on her back
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✒ Personality: Will is all fire and iron. She is outgoing to the point where she is unsettling obnoxious. Being loud gives her great comfort, so she is loud...about everything. She is one of those people who would will go running down the street, screaming your name at the top of her lungs without evening giving a second thought about what people will think about her, or you, for that matter. Extremely annoying, but Will doesn't give a darn, so she simply seeks out people who are willing to live her colorful personality.

Will exudes confidence and quite a bit o recklessness. She will do anything it takes to achieve her goals. She is the first one of the front lines and that last one to go home. Giving up is not even possible for her. She'd rather die than call it quits, seriously. You can always count on her to get the job done, and due to her fierce loyalty to her friends, she will always have your back.

Of course, no one is perfect, especially not darling Willow. Her temper is quick and violent, just like the fire the runs through her veins. She can hold the grudge for eons, waiting only for the offending party to apologize, even if they aren't wrong. She also has a horrible habit of diagnosis the feelings of others as if she were a therapist, except confidentiality isn't in her vocabulary.

In all honestly, Will is hard to handle. She is most definitely fun to be around, but she can't quite understand the personal and emotional boundaries of those around her. Thus, she actually tends to push people away, making her most desperate to be with people. A vicious cycle that has her consequences, but that is a story for another day.
✒ History: Willow grew up in a rather wealthy household. She had a mother, father and an older sister. It was all quite brilliant, because Willow could have anything she wanted. She spent most her days riding ponies in the backyard and learning how to dance in the ballroom. Childhood was filled with dreams about being a princess as well as a ballerina. She was very close to her sister, who was her only real playmate and friend, she other kids didn't seem to like how loud she was. As for her parents, well, they were always coming and going and doing other things. She didn't seem them much.

Both her parents had taken the serum and it worked perfectly. If anything, it help contribute to their success, though no one knows how. So, naturally, when Will's sister turned 18, she decided to take the serum. Something went wrong. Her sister spent her days screaming in pain, desperate for relief. No one knew what was wrong, but she seemed to be caught in a never-ending nightmare. The end result was suicide and Willow has never gotten over it.
✒ Likes: Dancing, riding horses, people, Lifetime movies
✒ Dislikes: Being alone, the serum, meat, singing
✒ Fears: nightmares and dying
✒ Quirks: She calls everyone "darling" and sometimes speaks with a fake, Southern belle accent.
✒ Medical Problems: Manic Depression (medicated)
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✖ Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Fᴏᴜʀ ✖
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✒ Orientation: Bisexual
✒ Relationship Status: Single
✒ View on Love: Whatever happens, happens
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✒ Username: MBRShorse
✒ Activeness: One post per day, at the least
✒ Literacy Level: Literate (when needed)

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Todd Darkot
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Toad
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Male
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22
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23 March



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Over-all, Todd is the reluctant good guy. At least towards those he does not consider a “freak”, which in his opinion aren’t even human. The mean big brother that no-one ever had. While he loves to complain and act irritated the entire time he isn’t doing something for himself, he always does it and does it well. If anyone touches one of his “siblings”, or his younger buddies, he will destroy them. While he doesn’t mind if anyone messes with him, usually because he enjoys a good fight, if you mess with anyone he cares about you will be hurting. If you happen to be someone he cares about you will never know that until he nearly dies for you. He isn’t exactly the most open touchy-feely person in the world.

Todd’s main interest now is re-enlisting in the army so he can go “fight terrorists” Or the government, as his hatred has begun to turn to. With little care for the thought of anything besides a quick hook-up and definitely NEVER a family, Todd already has his entire life figured out. Once he re-enlists he plans on heading out for deployment, going ops if he has to, and becoming KIA before he turns forty. He doesn’t see any other way he could live a life fulfilled and happy. However, he has a condition that will prevent him from going back into the military unless he proves for an entire year that he can survive without medication, which is what he is doing now.

Not being on medication often contributes to Todd’s foul mood, although he will never admit it. In all honesty he prefers not being on it. He definitely won’t ever talk to anyone about it; it is a weak medication for weak people. Moody and dark, it is extremely difficult to tell if Todd likes you. However, occasionally when it is a “good day”, he might surprise someone. Especially if he is alone with a person or a group of people he likes. Don’t bet on it, though. Most people just eventually realize that is the way he is and take all of his remarks with a grain of salt, loving him anyways.

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Standard pathetic history. Todd’s mother died when he was quite young when she over-dosed on drugs or whatever kind that the government was feeding her. Todd’s father, whom he had never met, never came to claim him during the earlier years and not knowing who his relatives were since his druggie mother never bothered with a birth record, been tossed around to several foster homes.

When he was young, cute, shy, and a little teddy-bear of a boy Todd found himself in some great foster homes. He was normally well taken care of and even stayed places up to a couple of years. However, as he hit the testosterone-fueled pre-tween years, his behavior wasn’t described as “typical boy” but instead made him the “trouble-maker”, which the social workers never understood.
Finally, after a round in the Juvie Facilities, Todd’s father came to claim him. Or at least tried to. Todd stayed out as much as possible and this un-earned “trouble-maker” stereotype that he quickly adopted himself began to concrete and actually become true. Although his father had cleaned himself up, he had gotten there just a little too late for the boy. Todd made it clear that as soon as he got out of high-school he was going into the military. His father made it clear that he would earn his GED first and to emphasize it, submitted his under-age son into a mental health-care facility. The psychiatrists and doctors there diagnosed him with depression, anxiety, and mild PTSD and because he was still underage, they were able to give him drugs with his father’s permission.
Knowing that he had to stay on them as long as he lived at home, Todd realized that he couldn’t leave school early to enlist because he had to have them out of his system for a year before they would let him enlist. Hating his father more than ever, Todd waited until he graduated and using the money his grandmother had left him, went to stay in California until the year was up.

Now he is just waiting for that specific date, exactly eleven months, until he can sign his name and turn his sneakers in for some boots.
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Although one may not exactly say that Todd “likes” anything, or at least anything that he will admit to, it is clear that he doesn’t hate anything to do with military. Shining combat boots will capture his attention for hours. Physical exercise every morning has become his routine. War movies, especially, usually hit off well. Acronyms, uniforms, exercise, and fighting are his passion.
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If you ask him, he will just tell you “everything”. Meaning everything and everyone. Once you get to know him it is obvious that this isn’t true, though. He particularly dislikes laziness, bullies, feelings, relationships, dreaming, and anything considered “weak”.
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Not being able to join the military once his year is up. His wariness towards the government is also growing. He wants to find a way to stop them.
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Todd is very good at anything physical. He can “inspire” as well, in a way that most normal people don’t consider inspiring. He can usually get people to do something they don’t want to do by other means than taking their hands and leading them through it. His hobbies usually include exercise and war movies.



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Athletic and slightly muscular, Todd looks a bit like a runner. He has muscles and can easily do the pull ups and push-ups, but endurance upper-body isn’t his thing. Give him water and food and he can run forever, though.
Spiked hair up front, Todd seems particularly fond of the European hair-style. Luckily, he usually gets the swoosh naturally by running his fingers through his hair after showering. No way in hell would anyone ever catch him, dead or alive, doing his hair with gel in the mirror.
Without a lot of emphasis on clothing, Todd usually wears some jeans, combat boots, and a black tank or t. Unless he is in work-out gear, which is about a 50/50 chance.
One thing Todd has never had interest in is dreaming. He used to be able to dream and from what he remembers, they were never decent. But most importantly, he believes in the people’s right to vote. What happened to the country that he used to know and love? He wanted the place that he is willing to fight for to come back.

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195 lbs/6’2”

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Everett Damion Fernsby | Twenty-two| Male | Birtish / English

❝ My name is Everett ... ❞ Yep, that's right this guy's named Everett Damion Fernsby, and he's twenty-two years old. Why Everett, you ask? Well no one really knows, most of his family have names like John or Frank, his mum just wanted something diffrent I suppose. Damion, that's his middle name, which was also the name of his uncle who passed away before his birth. Fernsby, yes no exactly a pretty last name, and Everett alway got teased about it. By the way, it's Ferns-bee not Ferns-bye. Nicknames? Everett doesn't like to mention thoes, but he dose have some ... such as Ever, Every, Rett, and Evey. You can give him your own special nick name, but I can assure you he won't like that very much.

Brown hair | Blue eyes | 6'3 [190 cm] | 167.2 Lbs [76 kg]

❝ I've been told I look like Hugh Grant ...❞ That's right brown hair, blue eyes, and white skin, what could be more wonderful? Everett isn't exactly what you'd call sexy, but that doesn't mean he's ugly either. He is a nice balance, not too over the top, but also not down right ugly. He's a real person, and most real people don't have a six-pack and tan skin. Sorry to burst you bubble ... girls. Everett stands a lenthy six feet three inches off the ground, but weighs only about 167 or so pounds, he's pretty scrawny. His hair is a medium shade of brown, that if naturaly kind of fluffy and wavy, you know Hugh Grant hair. Everett's eyes are a piercing shade of blue. and stand out agianst his brown hair and light skintone.

No crush | Dating Fae | Hertosexual

❝ Relationships scare me a little ... ❞. Failed relationships ... that's all this guy's had. Everett is some what scared of getting too close to someone, he think's that if he lets himself love them, they'll just pack up and leave. Bascially, he has major trust issues. It's not that he doesn't like women, they just sort of scare Everett. He only likes females .... he'd never kiss, or date a guy ... He's perfectly straight, no wavering about it. Everett doesn't have a crush, but that doesn't mean he won't devlope one later. For Everett, a crush is just to think a girl is pretty, and leave it at that, he never has the courage to go talk to her. He's dating Fae.

Born on March 10th, 1991 | In London, England | To Fred & Enola

❝There isn't much to tell ...❞ Normality. Such a bore isn't it? Yes, Everett is just a normal Londoner, nothing too special. He was born on March 10th, 1990 to parents Fred and Enola Frensby. Growing up in a urban city, gave the young boy a specific love of nature, he alway enjoyed family caravan trips. Everett got good grades in school, but never really had any friends. Can you blame him? Most friends are back-stabbers anyway. He always had a problem talking to people, he is a little better now, but not very much, and doen't make friends easily. When Everett was about eight years old, his father died and his mother became so depressed that she sent her olny child into foster care. He hasn't seen his mum in thirteen years, but he know she's still alive. Obviously, Everett learn never to trust anyone after his mother abandoned him, and he moved from home to home the rest of his childhood. His mother has tried to contact him, but he refuses to see her or even talk to her over the phone. Can you really blame him? She gave him away to some strangers, and for that she can never be forgiven. Everett never talks of this, so it's rar can't forget e that he'll even speak about his past. He'd rather just forget ... but you forget something like that.

Intelligent | Sweet | Funny | Dorky

❝ I am a total nerd ... ❞ Yep, Everett is a total geek. He is smart, always got good grades, and his personality is rather dorky too. He loves Star Trek, Sherlock Holmes, and James Bond, werid conbonations aren't they? Everett is rather shy when you first meet him, but once he opens up he's a fairy funny guy. He like romance movies, cuddling, and holding hands, yep this guy is one of those sappy romantics. If a girl he's dating wants to see a chick flick, well by all means they'll see a chickflick. No, no Everett isn't gay ... he likes action movies and classic cars too. He is a good balnce of sweet and romantice, but also not to femnine he seemes gay. Intelligent, yes Everett is very brainy, good at math, science, vocabulary and writing. Everett tells you the truth 99% of the time, and can't just hide what he really thinks. For intance, if you ask him if he likes your shirt, and he thinks it's ungly he'll say it's ugly. Telling the truth can be a blessing and a curse, and he hasn't master the art of telling the trut .. kindly. Everett almost never get angry, but if you piss if off some much ... he'll explode. Doesn't everyone have a boling point? he's Everett is very complex, you have to meet him to see what really like.

❝ Eh. Well there is that seurm ... ❞ Everett isn't exactly sure what he thinks about the whole idea, frainkly he doesn't want to take any special seurm tnhat the government wants to give to him. He doesn't trust the government .. they're shady people.

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Age: 21 | Relationship: single | Location: sidewalk | Mood: reminiscent

The small girl was almost lost in the crowd, her tiny frame dwarfed by those around her. She was unsure why she had attended the protest in the first place, really--it was mostly that she had been there at the time. There was shouting from the street, and she could hear the sound of banners snapping in the breeze. Pushing was ineffectual, but her short and thin frame allowed her to sneak through the crowd until she was at the front, face to face with the disorganized mob of protesters that was trailing down the street. They carried banners, but she was facing the wrong direction to read them. Regardless, there was only one thing that people would be protesting about, and everyone knew what it was.

Biting her lip, Lee remembered a better time, when she hadn't been required to choose. Before she turned 18 she and Jordan had a wonderful life, and she had ruined it, though indirectly perhaps. She thought for a moment about the paintings hanging in her apartment, but quickly pushed the thought away. Anyway, she only painted to make a living anymore; it had lost the appeal that it once held for her. Who needs to vote anyway? she thought, knowing that the time was nearing when she would have to choose, and recently she had been leaning towards taking the serum and forgetting everything, living in one of her paintings. However, the disorganized ramblings of the protesters intrigued her, and she wondered what it would be like if everything could change. Scanning the crowd, she wondered if anyone was thinking the same thing.

Age: 18 | Relationship: single | Location: sidewalk | Mood: thoughtful

Kane was joking with his friends outside of a pizza parlor when the protesters moved up the street. The boys he had been hanging out with quickly dispersed, and Kane knew why--they had all recently turned 18, and the pressure to choose was already mounting. Kane, despite the pressure, stayed, listening as best he could to the man at the front of the group. Honestly, the more he listened, the less sense that Kane thought the man made. Maybe he had a point, but Kane couldn't figure out what it was. For the time being Kane knew that he wasn't going to make a decision, not like his sister, but at the same time he had spent a lot of time thinking about it. His friends, he knew, were less interested in the topic, and wanted to have fun while they could. Most of them were only children, and they just didn't understand.

Looking around, Kane saw that a lot of the crowd seemed to support the protesters, but at the same time he was just waiting for the police to show up and make them leave. He had never seen an organized protest, and wondered if such a thing was even possible. He didn't have strong enough feelings to do anything himself, but he knew that some people did. Sighing, he turned back into the pizza joint, hoping to get away from the crowd. He took a seat at a table, the top sticky, and waited, hoping that someone interesting would come in that he could strike up a conversation with, preferably about something other than the ever present dreams.

[an asian to the knee]

The roars of the raging crowd resounded up into Eden's apartment. Their chant--their motto that had spread across their propaganda posters and plastered across advertisements all around the city--was beginning to sound like some sort of ritual instead of a peaceful protest, and Eden somewhat reluctantly stepped forward to glance out the window of her apartment, pulling back the shades that hung over them. When she was younger she remembered that the curtains were never drawn, and her family happily pulled back the overhanging fabrics to let in the sunlight. How old was she then? Two? Three? It was before the serum was widely used, in any case. But after they became more available to the public, more enforced as the years went on, Eden usually came home from grade school to her father's rants and tirades against the unfairness of it all, the disgusting gall of the swine in the government. He never did get the serum. Eden wondered if she were that strong. For a long time a nagging curiosity had been eating away at her. A dream. What was that? She had looked it up in the dictionary often enough.

"A succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep," Eden breathed into the window pane, the glass becoming fogged by her breath. "A vision intentionally indulged in while awake. A daydream. Reverie." For most of her adolescence she played around with this idea. If a "dream" could be when you're awake or when you're asleep, then was it just another wisp of ambition just occurring while her eyes were closed? She'd had reveries enough while she was in school. Logically, dreams while sleeping shouldn't be much different. She dully looked down at the protesters, wondering if they really knew what they were trying to fight for. Eden wondered how many of them knew what a dream was, or how it felt like. Why would you miss and protest for something that you've never had? And, according to her father, dreams never stayed in memory, and often there were nightmares and terrifying images, as well. And the serum was rumored to cause some fearful symptoms...With a bland look on her face she allowed the curtains to obscure the window again, the room suddenly becoming more gloomy and dark as Eden crawled into her armchair and rolled herself into a ball, perhaps trying to shut the world and its difficulties out as the echoes of the protest continued to pound upon her eardrums. Didn't her father tell her to fight for what she believed in? But what did she believe in? She didn't even know what she wanted, anymore. Why did she want something that she'd never had, as if it were a shiny new toy? Because dreams were never easily thrown away...

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