Speak’s Characters

[Speak]

Well hey,
I see you found my character storage, I’ll be putting my most favourite characters in this here forum so you can look but don’t take.
thanks,
—Speak

Table Of Contents

Jasmin Allen Frasier
Lianna Tomlin
Serenity Rhode
Bryan Lockwood
Calista Samuels
Ruby Carr
Mira Ariella
Sonia Rosario
Akane Suzume

[Speak]

“ΙΝ ΤΗΕ ΒΕGΙΝΝΙΝG”

Name: Jasmin Allen Frasier
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Female

Jasmin Allen Frasier ; Jasmin really doesn’t like to think about the meanings -historically- of her names. Since two-thirds of it sound masculine she generally likes to keep quiet about it; especially the middle name. Jasmin’s first name came to her mother in a dream, no joke. It was a month before she was due; her mother had gone to bed when a strange figure appeared in front of her, surrounded by light it said ‘My name is Jasmin’. She woke up the next morning with only a foggy recollection of the dream but the message was clear her child’s first name would be Jasmin. Her middle name didn’t come from any dream though, in fact, it more or less came from a nightmare. Allen was the middle name of a famous writer, Edgar was known and still is for his macabre style of writing. Her mother loved Poe’s work and so guess who got stuck with the middle name of a famous writers middle name? Frasier, well Frasier isn’t really all that special. It’s a family name so no one really gave it to her it was stamped on her forehead the day she was born. Some people are just mean and call her ‘Frasier’ while they do this they act like she’s a guy. Not very nice to do this to a girl who already has a insecurity complex but what can you do? People will be people.

Eighteen ;Eighteen is the year of freedom, the year that signifies freedom. Jasmin was born on the second of august in the year 1994; born in the small town of Mill Valley, CA. Not much happens there but really that’s really suited to Jasmin and what she’s like so none of that really matters. As the name might suggest Mill Valley is nestled inside a small Valley with Muir Woods just at the edge.

Female ;Jasmin Allen Frasier is in fact a girl. I know it’s hard to believe what with her name being ‘Allen’ and ‘Frasier’ but if your smart you’ll know she’s a girl.

“LΙVIΝG ΙΝSIDE”

Personality: Insecure~Contemplator~
Introvert~Auditory~Kinesthetic
History: ~Bali~Vacation~Mill Valley~Single mother

Personality ;Insecure- I’ve told you Jasmin's reasons for never speaking up for herself. Maybe the lack of attention and ignorance of other’s has giving her an insecurity complex. When you tell her she’s beautiful it’ll take a few seconds for it to sink in and even if she thanks you just know that she’s really thinking that your a very accomplished liar. Whenever she feels like this, which is really often, Jasmin will go to the nearest park and or forest. The peaceful quiet makes her feel less like the freak she thinks she is and a bit more human.
Introvert- Those who are lucky enough to be graced with the gift that is introverting Jasmin doesn’t love talking to others but she will if she must. Her friends understand this and if she doesn’t talk all that much then they don’t bug her but if she has a lot of energy she can be incredibly funny and friendly.
Contemplator- Because Jasmin never talks to anyone she has a lot of free time to think about things but since she has no one to express these feelings with Jasmin keeps these things to herself. Contemplating the meaning of life and her next english essay.
Kinesthetic|Auditory- Moving and experience are sometimes the only ways people learn but lucky for Jasmin. She learns both kinesthetically and auditory which means she can learn by listening to someone explain things and actually doing the work. A kinesthetic person is always moving and always doodling and hates it when she’s told to sit still. She’s always tapping her foot or moving her pencil around on the desk.

History ;Jasmin's mother was born and raised in Brooks Alberta. Nothing ever happened there; even tornados took the long way around town. After graduating from university with degree’s in teaching and mathematics she, along with a few friends, saved up enough money to take a trip around the world. Their adventure tok them from mexico to Thailand and on the final leg of their journey; to Indonesia.
Rich in culture and traditional values Indonesia was so alive, it matched my mother’s spirit. They met one night; he was twenty she was twenty-five, they fell in love what else is their to say? Did they get married? no. Did she leave him? yes.
It wasn’t like she had a choice, her daughter/son would be less than human and more than likely she would’ve been ridiculed and pushed out of that society along with her daughter and or son. She couldn’t stay and he understood, in fact he understood so well that the next year he was married, to a girl of his parents choosing. She moved back home and latter settled down with her daughter in Mill Valley, C.A.
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Jasmin was born to a single working mother who’s never really had time for her daughter, maybe having a daddy would’ve helped but Jasmin'll never really know if that’s true. When she was a child Jasmin would daydream about finding her father and their magical reunion but the older she grew the further that dream got. Reality settled in it’s place.
When Jasmin was in grade five she had four friends but one day that friendship broke. All the other girls began ignoring one of her best friends. Finally, on that miserable day, Jasmin spoke up for that friend “Let’s all just be friends!” she had said her voice confident for once. The next day no one would speak to her, even the one she’d defended. That was the last time Jasmin had spoken up.

“TOUCHING THE MIRROR”

Hair: black~red~brown~grey
Eyes: blue
Skin: tan
Height: 5ft 2”
Modifications: yes

Looks ; Being part Balinese and part Canadian gives Jasmin a bit of an odd look. Her skin is a light tan that becomes only a few shades lighter in the winter but darkens quiet a bit in the summer. Her eyes are a shocking blue that reminds most people of the ocean, her eyes come form her mother and her skin from her father giving her a look that’s all her own. Her hair is just as unique; in natural light it’s a chocolate brown with red highlights; in artificial light it’s black. And finally the last thing her hair is, is grey, yep Jasmin is already finding grey hairs here and there. Jasmin is five foot two inches and likes it, being small means that she’s less noticeable.
Jasmin does have one tattoo, designed by her so even if someone has a similar design it wouldn’t be the exact same, she designed it to look like a ring of thorns and roses around her left arm, it has no color because Jasmin doesn’t like color at all.

[Speak]

“ＩＮ ＡＲＴ， ＴＨＥ
ＨＡＮＤ ＣＡＮ
ＮＥＶＥＲ ＥＸＥＣＵＴＥ
ＡＮＹＴＨＩＮＧ
ＨＩＧＨＥＲ ＴＨＡＮ
ＴＨＥ ＨＥＡＲＴ
ＣＡＮ
ＩＭＡＧＩＮＥ．”

~ｒａｌｐｈ ｗａｌｄｏ ｅｍｅｒｓｏｎ

ＬＩＡＮＮＡ ＴＯＭＬＩＮ

Uh…Hey, I’m Lianna, Lianna Tomlin. No middle name, I don’t really see the point of one really, no one uses them…except to make fun of you so I’m happy my parents were happy with just Lianna. I’m seventeen turning eighteen on the twentieth of February, it’s actually not that bad of a birthday…everyone’s here for it but I kinda gave up on parties a few years ago so I guess that doesn’t really matter anymore does it? And to clarify if there are any slow people in the audience I am a girl, have been for about seventeen years now.

Name; Like Lianna said her name is, Lianna Tomlin. When she was little people called her Lilly but she stopped using that nickname after jr. high. Her classmates found it funny to call her Billy because it rhymed with Lilly, after three years she went back to using her real name Lianna, but her father will always call her her Lilly. Her father, surprisingly, named her Lianna. Her mother was really sick after giving birth so he was the one that filled out the birth certificate. Choosing Lianna was easy for him, it was the name of his sister who had died when they were both very small; he was eleven and she was eight, he’d left her alone in the front yard while their parents were gone. Next thing he heard was screeching of tires and a blaring horn. Lianna’s father has always felt guilt over his sisters death and so to honor her, he named his baby girl Lianna.
Age; Lianna is seventeen years old. Almost done with school and hopefully moving onto a suitable profession, hopefully something involving desserts or art. Either way she would be incredibly happy because those are her two favourite things to do.

Well-uh, what I look like? Well no one has told me that I look beautiful. Except my father but that’s kinda his job so, yeah. I have brown hair that sort of changes it’s tone in different lights and it’s also starting to grey a bit. My skin is pale and my eyes are an interesting hazel.

Looks; Lianna has pale skin, she doesn’t tan in the summer because she feels that it’s too much of a bother just to make herself look attractive. Besides how do you think people get skin cancer? While she does like spending time outside Lianna will wear sunscreen, better pale than cancer.
Her face is small, with full lips and a small nose the most important feature is her eyes, duh, Lianna’s eyes are hazel with a light ring of blue surrounding the pupil. Now Lianna isn’t one to obsess over her looks, in fact she doesn’t even like to look in the mirror and will avoid it, but she does like her eyes. She always says that it’s her one acceptable feature.
Framing her face is an abundance of wavy milk chocolate-y, hair. Lianna has never been able to tame her waist length mass of curls, unless it involved three cans of hair spray and an expert hair stylist, it’s almost like it has a mind of it’s own. Don’t get her wrong, she loves her hair but she just wishes that she could straighten it in less than three hours. If she’s drawing or painting Lianna usually puts her hair up in a bun where she can stick all sorts of artistic utensils.
Lianna’s body type is slim and feminine and she hates it. When people see her they automatically assume she’s a delicate flower that needs someone to take care of her for the rest of her life but they couldn’t be more wrong. She’s not a delicate flower and her arms and legs are strong from all the swimming she does but does anyone notice that? No, of course not.
Lianna does have one tattoo, designed by her so even if someone has a similar design it wouldn’t be the exact same, tattooed on her back are two wings, they cover her shoulder blades and part of her shoulders on each side. Black white and grey Lianna didn’t tell her father about them for a year after she got them but it was kind of unavoidable in the summer. Surprisingly though her father wasn’t as mad as Lianna thought he would be.

So…well. There isn’t much to say about my history. My mom died when I was really small so I don’t really remember her but my dad still does. We don't talk of her but I can always feel her hanging over us like a cloud, yeah I know it's healthy to miss her but...I don't know I think he misses her too much.

“ᵂᴴᴼ ᴬᴿᴱ ʸᴼᵁ ᵀᴼ ᴶᵁᴰᴳᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴸᴵᶠᴱ ᴵ ᴸᴵᵛᴱ﹖
ᴵ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ ᴵ'ᴹ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴾᴱᴿᶠᴱᶜᵀ
⁻ᴬᴺᴰ ᴵ ᴰᴼᴺ'ᵀ ᴸᴵᵛᴱ ᵀᴼ ᴮᴱ⁻
ᴮᵁᵀ ᴮᴱᶠᴼᴿᴱ ʸᴼᵁ ˁᵀᴬᴿᵀ ᴾᴼᴵᴺᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴵᴺᴳᴱᴿˁˑˑˑ
ᴹᴬᴷᴱ ˁᵁᴿᴱ ʸᴼᵁ ᴴᴬᴺᴰˁ ᴬᴿᴱ ᶜᴸᴱᴬᴺ﹗”
~ᴮᴼᴮ ᴹᴬᴿᴸᴱʸ

Personality; Introvert. This is what she is, who she is, this isn't something that must be crushed out of her heart and soul. Being an introvert just means that she doesn't love crowds and groups of people, she prefers being in quiet places surrounded by only books and the sweet sound of music. Obviously this excludes school as even the libraries are loud and obnoxious but other than that libraries are the best place to be. While she doesn't really love it, sometimes Lianna will pretend that she loves it at least for her fathers sake. When they have to go to parties and the like she will act like the perfect angle. Literally, there's a halo that pops up on top of her head when she's in front of her neighbours and father. School is a different story though, at school Lianna is stuck to the walls and corners, she wishes to be left in peace so she doesn't run out of 'battery' or energy.
Dreamer. Lianna isn't one to stay firmly rooted to the planet for more than a few minutes, she loves to daydream and that may be the only reason why she doesn't do amazingly well in class. That's why Lianna loves the art room, the teachers actually condone daydreaming because like a wise man once said "In art, the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can imagine.".
Independent. Contrary to what a whole lot of people believe Lianna is very independent, when her fathers away on business she's at home alone. Cooking, cleaning and yes, she can do all that but she doesn't need and or want to do those kinds of things for any guy. If she's ever in a relationship with someone she wants them to provide just as much as her. Equal.

History; After Lianna was born her mother got sick. Really sick, the doctors couldn’t help her and she died. Lianna doesn’t remember anything about her and she only knows what her mother looks like because of the pictures in their house. Sometimes she thinks that her father misses her mother…too much, he still hasn’t cleaned out her clothes and there’s still a beauty table bursting full of her mother’s make-up. Every time she suggests that they get rid of her mothers’ stuff he says “Yeah honey, we’ll do it this weekend.” and it never happens.
Her father is a business man, does consulting work for companies. Sometimes this takes him far away from home but Lianna really doesn’t mind, he always calls every night to make sure that she’s safe and to let her know that he’s safe. He’s only gone for at most two weeks and then he’s home. Lianna was born in Sarnia Ontario but they moved down here to Oklahoma when she was three so that her father could expand his consulting business and yes. All her mothers stuff followed them
here only know it’s in boxes in the garage.

[Speak]

❝ｔａｋｅ ｍｙ ｌｏｖｅ,
ｔａｋｅ ｍｙｌａｎｄ
ｔａｋｅ ｍｅ ｗｈｅｒｅ ｉ ｃａｎｎｏｔ
ｓｔａｎｄ ｉｄｏｎ'ｔ
ｃａｒｅ， ｉ'ｍ ｓｔｉｌｌ ｆｒｅｅ ｙｏｕ
ｃａｎ'ｔ ｔａｋｅ ｔｈｅ
ｓｋｙ ｆｒｏｍ ｍｅ❞

➥ＳＥＲＥＮＩＴＹ ＲＨＯＤＥ

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So....I guess this is the part where I tell you how fantastic I am? How great it is to have a name like Serenity? Yeah, my parents thought that my name would help me to find peace but, having an odd name doesn't help with anything. Serenity is, as you can tell, a very peculiar name; not something every parent would chose for their child. The kids at school used to call me strange serenity, maybe I was a bit of a curious child; always on my own and stuff but...they didn't have to be so mean about it. Anyways, on the day I was born -September 3, 1994- my mom was alone at the hospital; my father was being delayed by his work and other stuff -that we might get into latter- so my mom delivered me in the hospital but, unlike in all the movies she wasn't the first to hold me. Actually my grandmother had that privilege, she held me while my mother slept -something she does a lot of now- and thought I looked serene, peaceful; I was actually the only baby that didn't cry and I am very proud of it! So when my dad finally got there the next day my grandmother convinced both my parents to name me Serenity. Well that covers all the basic stuff, in short; My name is Serenity Rhodes, I’m eighteen years old and a girl.

➷ＭＩＲＲＯＲＳ ＬＩＥ

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And who said that it’s not about looks? Well I don’t really know but I’m sure it was some person who was very philosophical, if it wasn’t I feel like a complete dork for saying that but, oh well. So lets get the ball rolling here, first off I’m not caucasian. Shockingly there is more than one kind of person living in america and this person right here happens to be native american. Yep, you read right, I’m part of the first people that lived here before the europeans. Ok, really I’m half native -on my mom’s side- but that doesn’t matter. My skin is a deep tan that has a tint of red, personally I like the color, it sets off my dark -almost black- hair. Yep, that sounds like almost every other native american out there but thanks to my dad I have pale grey eyes that can reflect the weather, yes. I’d say that my eyes are my favourite feature but really who doesn’t say that? As my mother and grandmother I stand at an incredible…-drum roll-…five feet. Oh yeah, saying I’m short is an understatement. I’m puny! But I weigh a healthy 98 lbs, so don’t go accusing me of being anorexic. My face is oval shaped with almond eyes and a small-medium nose that suits my face just fine.Ok…does that cover everything natural? I think it does…well, if I forgot something just look at me?
I have one or two scars, my cat gave me a few light ones on my arms…there’s also the ones I gave myself…ok, ok. I used to be a bit of a cutter. I’ll tell you about it latter but I have a tattoo covering most of the scars, I got it in the shape of a dream catcher with feathers that reach all the way to the inside of my elbow. When I was little I had a bit of a cooking accident with oil and now my skin has these little dark splotches all over my right shoulder. So that’s all I’m gonna say but did you know that birthmarks are apparently showing you where you died in your past life? I’ve always thought that, that was interesting.

➫ＯＰＥＮ ＢＯＯＫ

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What I’m like? Good traits? Bad traits? You can’t judge yourself, it’s impossible, I mean. It’s so hard to tell you what I’m like to others but since it’s you guys I’ll try my best. I’ve always had a quirky sense of humor, maybe I got it from hanging around my grandma on the reservation too much, most people don’t get my jokes but who cares? I think I’m funny. I enjoy reading and daydreaming but my true passion is…wait for it…singing. Don’t ask me why because I don’t know. Sometimes when I was out on the street I would sing for money, my voice is a deep kind of…well I wouldn’t know how to classify it but I sound better singing songs meant for the lower pitches. I have a strange perception, things seem to go through my brain differently and that lets me see the world in a whole new way; like the people in the flames. Have you ever seen that? The people who reach out trying to be free of the flames, that’s what sends out the sparks. At least, that’s what I think. So I guess my good traits are; resiliency, humor and my strange perception. I can be a little…stubborn at sometimes, if I really believe that I’m right then there’s no stopping me, my dad hated that about me; he liked to have everyone under his thumb. I also have a temper, just like my dad I guess except I don’t go near any kind of alcohol, I’m trying to…tone it down but sometimes I just loose it and when I loose it, I loose it bad; throwing stuff, screaming and even once i tried to kill a guy. He was being a real pig though, one of those who think because he is male we of the opposite sex must bow down to all his glory and obey his every word. So I think that’s it, I mean. You’ll probably figure out more as you get to know me but really, isn’t that true with all people?

➠ＬＩＫＥ ＬＯＶＥ

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It’s hard to tell you about stuff that’s never happened. I mean, yeah I dated a few boys when I was in jr high, there was actually one boy who I thought I loved. His name was Corey, we were together for a a few years against my fathers wishes but by then I was already rebelling against him. After we got into high school though Corey started acting different, he distanced himself from me…after a couple moths he dumped me. He said that I was too clingy, too clingy? We hadn’t seen each other in weeks and he tells me that I’m being too clingy? Needless to say that relationship ended with him getting a swollen cheek. Anyway for right now anyways I don’t have any close friends and I’m definitely not in any knew relationships at the moment.

[Speak]

❝ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｍｅａｎｉ
ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ａｎｇｒｙ ｙｏｕ
ｋｎｏｗ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｊｕｓｔ
ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ
ｆａｋｅ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｓｔｕｐｉｄ ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ
ｊｕｓｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ
ｂｅ ｗｅａｋ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ
ｓｅｎｓｅｌｅｓｓ ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ ｉ
ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅｊｕｓｔ
ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕ❞

➲ＢＲＹＡＮ ＬＯＣＫＷＯＯＤ

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Good morning…afternoon?..uh-well, good-whatever-time-of-day-it-is. My name’s Lockwood, Bryan Lockwood -hope you caught my James bond reference- hahaha…anyways…I got my name from my dad, after my mom gave birth she got really sick…actually she ended up dying but I don’t want to scare you off by telling you all the scary stuff first, we’ll end with all that…sound good to you? So I was born on december seventeenth, nineteen-ninety-five -and for those who have no idea what that means; december 17, 1994- in a local hospital, my dad was waiting ,more like pacing, in the waiting room. When I was brought out they also had to tell my dad that my mother was sick. Her liver was failing along with many other organs, my dad sat with my mom and me all night, by morning she was gone. Dang, I didn’t mean to tell you that just yet! Ok back to the basic stuff, My name’s Bryan, I’m eighteen years old and I’m a guy…what?! You didn’t figure that out?!?!

➲ＴＨＥ ＳＵＲＦＡＣＥ

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huh-you couldn’t ask someone else to write this part? Do you know how hard it is for me to try and describe myself? Ok, ok I’ll try because it’s you. First off my skin is pale, like any other caucasian, I don’t really like it though. I wish I was born looking different, so it’d be easier to stick out in a crowd and be apart from the norm. Sadly though it was not to be, so I have the skin of practically anyone here, I blend in with that kind of crowd; so why even try to be different you ask? Well I’ll tell you why, I don’t want to be part of the crowd, for once I want to stand out and be something other than person number-whatever. You know what I mean? Well if you don’t…whatever I don’t need your approval. Ahem-ok back to my looks, I have brown -somewhat messy- hair, a little longer it can sometimes flop into my eyes…like a mop. Yeah that’s a really weird description right? But it’s true… my eyes are also brown but a darker shade than my hair. So, all in all my color scheme is dark brown, light brown and pale. I stand at about 6’1” meaning of course I feel like a friggn’ giant! I’m lanky with a bit of muscle that makes me look rather intimidating…I’m not though. Trust me if you ever meet me…I’m not.
So now we’re on to unnatural stuff are we? Like tattoos and piercings, shockingly I might be one of the only people in the world who doesn’t have one -note the sarcasm- and it’s not because I think it’d be too painful, it’s just cause I don’t want them. Yes I want to stand out but I won’t accomplish that by marking my skin with a design that will loose it’s meaning -and shape- in thirty years.

➲ＷＲＩＴＴＥＮ ＤＯＷＮ

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Ok so here we are with my personality, I think we should start out with all my wonderful amazing qualities and then go down into my...not so good qualities. So -ahem- to begin I am very smart. I study hard and have a good work ethic, I sometimes like to flaunt my knowledge by using big words and random facts that I remeber -useless unless I want to be random- like the difference between Scottish and Irish dancing and how that relates to thier individual rebellions against the English. I guess that this kind of acting will keep people away from me, I'm not much when it comes to talking to others..hence my tendency to spout useless facts about anything and everything that probably has nothing to do with the conversation at hand. In truth I would rather spend a day lost in the library than having to converse with someone I don't even know for...an extended period of time. Some days are better than others though so, I can be friendly...if I try really really hard but yeah, most of the time I'm surrounded by books and my solitude, I suppose that my dad would be the only exception. Continuing on with my good traits, I'm very...well, for lack of a better word, helpful. If you can't open a door cause you have something in your hands I'll be happy to open the door. I guess you could call me a gentlemen. I like being nice to people, it fills the gap left by lack of contact, I help you and if you say thank-you I'll be great full to you; because you recognized me and you knew I was there. I don't know if there's anything else, but I guess you'll figure some stuff out when you -try to- talk to me.
Ah, here we are, bad traits. Well if you haven't noticed I have a horrible sense of humor, while I don't make jokes at other people's expense I'm just a really bad joke teller. Like "Why did the-hmm, wait I think I got it...why did the chicken cross the road?" Why are you looking at me?! I haven't got a clue what the punch line is....see? I'm really bad at it, but that doesn't stop me from trying. I also have a crippling shyness that prevents me from speaking in front of others. And yes guys can be shy too and I'm proud to admit I'm one of them, people think we -guys- have to be tough and strong but remember that we're human too. I'm unwilling to change my routine once I have one, its not like I'll start screaming if I can't sit in my chair in the morning while having a bowl of cereal but -let's say- if someone doesn't let me get somewhere on time I start to get a little...nervous. Ok. More like a jumble of nerves but you know, it just kind of freaks me out... So that's all for me! By folks see you next week at this same time.

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❝Ｉ'Ｍ ＣＡＬＩＳＴＡ ＳＡＭＵＥＬＳ❞

❦ So this is me. Calista, no middle name, Samuels- personally I don’t really understand the significance of a middle name, no one ever uses it and it usually doesn’t hold any real secret special meaning. So my parent decided that I wouldn’t get a last name, yeah, you heard it right parent not parents. I’ve never met my father. All I know about him is that his name is Sabra, Wyane Sabra and that he doesn't know I exist. How you ask? Well that's easy, my parents met, they fell in love and then the next day my mother had left. I'm not sure why, she's never told me before. Anyway, hats why I only have one parent, my mom even left my fathers name off the birth certificate cause she knew he didn't want a kid. I was born on the fifth of January, I'm nineteen and a girl....I think that's everything I cover here. I mean, I don't know you well enough to tell you all my secrets and desires. What I can tell you though is that I've always wanted to meet my dad, not as much now but the desire is still there.

❝Ｉ'Ｍ ＭＥ❞

❦Well, this is awkward...I don't really like describing myself to a bunch of strangers but...I'll try. I still don't like it though. So I stand at roughly five feet one inch and that one inch is my pride and joy, I don't really like being this short but hey, what can you do when you live in a shoe? Save up your loot and buy a boot; unfortunately for my situation that seems a little less unlikely. I have curves and yes in jr. high guys took it upon themselves to point it out and make fun of me, this might be why I've always been...secretive about my dancing but that's for another paragraph. Back to my looks I have naturally tan skin, long arms and legs and an oval face. Because of my dancing I've grown out my wavy hair to just above my thighs, my hair itself is a dark, dark brown that looks almost black and yet, in other light you can see red's and lighter browns shining through. Usually I braid my hair or put it in a ponytail so that it doesn't get...everywhere, when I'm dancing though I either leave it loose to drape over my shoulders or I tie it back. My eyes are chocolate brown with a darker ring around the outside of my irises, they're a warm brown and I think they've always been my best feature my nose is long and my mouth is small. My hands are small and my fingers are long, which is an advantage when it comes to the hand gestures of my dance. When I'm not wearing 20 lbs dance costumes I weigh close to 115lbs, a lot of which is muscles. What? Didn't think that belly dance requires ab's or flexibility? Well sorry to break it to you but that's a total lie, belly dance requires a lot of muscle especially in your core.

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❦So you know what I look like and who I've grown up with but that isn't...everything you don't know that my mom was the first one to introduce me to belly dancing when I was eleven and you don't know that I hate romantic comedies. This is where I tell you that I'm not very outgoing unless it comes to dance and that the reason because of that is people have made fun of me causing my insecurities to increase. But to start off I think I'll tell you about what I'm like with large groups. For me being with other people isn’t always easy, I’m a little reserved and shy but most of the time I have a friendly mask on. The mask helps me connect people, I can act happy better than I can actually be happy, is that bad? Well. Even if it is I guess it doesn't really matter anymore. People think I'm a friendly, regular girl with a weakness for books and music with a good beat. While some of that is true on my own I tend to like the peace of not plastering a smile onto my face and the serenity of just being the quiet girl who reads books and listens to music all day long. Alone I guess I’m a lot more thoughtful and quiet and I think I’m just that more hard on myself. Yes, I judge myself and while I know that I’m my own worst critic I can’t stop seeing the flaws within myself.

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❝ｐｌｅａｓｅ ｄｏｎ❜ｔ
ｊｕｄｇｅ ｍｅ
ｒｉｇｈｔ ｎｏｗ❞

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❝ｓｈｅ ｌｏｖｅｓ ｔｈｅ ｓｅｒｅｎｅ ｂｒｕｔａｌｉｔｙ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ
ｏｃｅａｎ， ｌｏｖｅｓ ｔｈｅ ｅｌｅｃｔｒｉｃ ｐｏｗｅｒ ｓｈｅ ｆｅｌｔ
ｗｉｔｈ ｅａｃｈ ｂｒｅａｔｈ ｏｆ ｗｅｔ， ｂｒｉｎｙ ａｉｒ❞

ｍｉｒａ ａｒｉｅｌｌａ．ｓｅｖｅｎｔｅｅｎ．ｆｅｍａｌｅ．

----The girl who stands silently in front of you seems quiet and thoughtful, yet she stands with the grace and poise of a princess. And that's exactly what she is, the seventh princess of the underwater kingdom, her name is Mira Ariella, her first name coming from the indian word for 'sea' or 'ocean'. She lived the first fifteen years of her life underwater but the rest of that may best be suited for another time. For a short sentence summary the girl's name is Mira Ariella and she's seventeen years old.

ｌｏｙａｌ．ｓａｃｒｉｆｉｃｉｎｇ．ｉｍａｇｉｎａｔｉｖｅ．ｎａｉｖｅ．ｑｕｉｅｔ．

----When you first meet this girl the first impression you'll get is that she's unusually quiet, though once you learn why it doesn't seem that strange; you see to gain an immortal soul and marry the prince she traded her voice for a potion that would give her legs. Yet even when she possessed a voice she was still quieter than the others in the palace, she spent most of her time in the small garden she'd planted, thinking of what life in the surface world could be like or what it even looked like. Mira was always an imaginative, quiet girl but with her voice gone she's had even more time to think. Mira is a very sacrificing girl, she'd give anything and everything to those people she loves and even though this is usually viewed as a good thing she may be too sacrificing for her own good. She sacrificed her family, voice and eventually her life all for one man with whom she shared an unrequited love. What usually comes with being sacrificing? Well, loyalty of course, she is just as loyal as she is sacrificing for you can't have one without the other. Naivety is another one of her traits, she was only fifteen when she fell in love and didn't know enough about the world to be able to make a truly wise decision about what to do. After all she is still a child, being naive is just a part of that. Mira can also be easily distracted by the simpliest of things, her fascination and curiosity of the world above the sea and as such even a poster can cause her to stop in her tracks and gaze as if it held the very secrets of existence. This has been just a breif description of what and who Mira is but now that she's not stuck in the pages of a book she's free to grow and learn.

ｂｌｕｅ．ｄａｒｋ ｂｒｏｗｎ．ｓｌｉｍ．ｐａｌｅ．

----Mira Ariella was born a mermaid and as such she had a fishes tail in her first few years of life. Her tail was a blue green color that practially blended with the color of the ocean, sometimes Mira misses her tail but she does like the two slender legs she'd got in return. Living without direct sunlight for so long her skin is still very pale, the skin of her feet has become a little tougher from her constant wanderings, one of her favourite spots to walk is along the shore -barefoot- because the sea looks so much more mysterious when your looking at only the surface. Mira herself is a very small individual, she stands at about 5'2" with long legs, at least compared to her upper body, her hands and feet are rather small but her neck is long and atop all this sits a small face. Mira's eyes are the clear blue that the ocean reflects of the sky on a clear day, her eyes are also tilted to give the appearemce as if everything she looks upon is made of pure gold. Her hair is a dark brown that's grown out to reach the middle of her back in long loose waves, under the surface of the waves Mira liked to leave her hair unadorned and free to flow out behind her and now that she's on the surface world that hasn't changed

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❝ｉ ｈａｖｅ
ｈｏｕｒｓ， ｏｎｌｙ ｌｏｎｅｌｙ ｍｙ
ｌｏｖｅ ｉｓ
ｖｅｎｇｅａｎｃｅ
ｔｈａｔ'ｓ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｆｒｅｅ
ｎｏ ｏｎｅ ｋｎｏｗｓ ｗｈａｔ ｉｔ'ｓ
ｌｉｋｅ ｔｏ ｆｅｅｌ ｔｈｅｓｅ
ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇｓ
ｌｉｋｅ ｉ ｄｏ ａｎｄ ｉ ｂｌａｍｅ ｙｏｕ
ｎｏ ｏｎｅ ｂｉｔｅｓ ｂａｃｋ ａｓ ｈａｒｄ ｏｎ ｔｈｅｉｒ
ａｎｇｅｒ ｎｏｎｅ
ｏｆ ｍｙ ｐａｉｎ
ａｎｄ ｗｏｅ ｃａｎ
ｓｈｏｗ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ❞

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--My name is Sonia Rosario, I have no care to know why my parents gave me that name, in fact I don't think it has any real name but I do kind of like it. I mean, I know most people hate their names but I don't mind mine what I don't like though is the nickname I got out of it; 'soni' sounds like sonny, I'm not a guy so it does kind of tick me off when people call me that and besides my nickname is a whole one letter shorter than my name, just save yourself some trouble and call me Sonia. I'm twenty-two but I'm turning twenty-three on the thriteenth of august, I used to hate having a summer birthday because all my friends would be on vacation but now I don't really mind because I can do whatever I want on my birthday. So I guess all you've learned is that I'm a twenty-two year old girl and my name's Sonia Rosario.

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