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mark

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I can help with coding + ideas + development + relationships, pm me. <3

// drowns in pms cx

[Ill]

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BASIC INFORMATION
Full name: Ehsilana Liane Grant
Pronunciation: A-sil-ah-na Lee-an Gr-ant
Nickname(s) or Alias: Ehzy, Ana, Si-Si
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Birthday: April 3rd, 1997
Sexuality: Homosexual
Nationality: U.S. Citizen
City or town of birth: Manhattan, New York
Currently lives: New York City, New York
Languages spoken: French, Latin, Spanish, English
Native language: English
Relationship Status: Single
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PHYSICAL (HUMAN) APPEARANCE
Height: 5 ft. 9 in.
Weight: 147.7 lbs.
Figure/build: Relatively average
Hair colour: White, with pink and blue dyed strands
Hairstyle: Long and feathered
Tattoos: Butterfly tattoo on the shoulder, and ocelot
pelt designs on her back, arms, and legs
Piercings: Pierced ears and nose
Preferred style of clothing: Pastel Goth, though she
doesn't mind others
Frequently worn jewellery/accessories: Pink earrings,
bracelet, pendant
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HEALTH
Allergies: Dust, [bird] feathers
Physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: None
Any medication regularly taken: Sertraline for
depression and anxiety
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PERSONALITY
Personality: Ehsilana is a prime example of
"never judge a book by it's cover." Many find it
surprising that someone as rowdy, loud,
rebellious, and rambunctious, could be a
successful actress. It doesn't help that she's
a pastel goth; that immediately makes
others think "what!?" when they hear her
job. In reality, though she may not look
like it, Ehsilana is a pleasant person to be
around, and she's an extrovert who loves
company. Her style doesn't entirely define
her. She is pretty worrisome, and can get
depressed, stressed, and anxious easily,
but despite this, she will always do her best
to make sure she does whatever she has to
do right; a hint of perfectionist is still
trapped in her, it seems. Often, she goes on
impulses, which isn't always a good thing,
but there's not much anyone can do to change
her.
Likes: Pastel colors, gothic style, singing,
dancing, musicals, writing, reading, long walks,
perfumes, nail polish, jewels/gems
Dislikes: Bright/neon colors, storms, mistakes,
rudeness, sneakers, odd hole patterns, dust, really
windy days, squeaky/high [frequency] sounds
Fears/phobias: Athazagoraphobia- Fear of
being forgotten, Atychiphobia- Fear of failure,
Trypophobia- Fear odd patterns of holes
Favourite colour: Pastel Pink
Hobbies: Reading, singing, dancing, walking,
doodling
Taste in music: Ehsilana likes every genre of
music; as a Broadway actress, she's open to all kinds
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EATING HABITS
Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore: Omnivore
Favourite food(s): Holix Insect Candy, Poutine,
Strawberry Shortcake, Bubble Gum, Croissants, Chocolate-
Dipped Strawberries, Cotton Candy, Escargot, Marshmallow
Favourite drink(s): Mango-Pineapple Smoothie,
Strawberry Milkshake, Apple Juice, Cherry Juice, Strawberry-
Banana Smoothie, Cream Soda, Root Beer, Water
Disliked food(s): Brusselsprouts, Spinnach,
Anything venison, pears, most unflavored cereals; Lucky
Charms is an exception only because she loves the
marshmallows
Disliked drink(s): Any soda that isn't cream or
root bear, Soy Milk, Almond Milk, Grape Juice
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HOUSE AND HOME
House/Home Description: Ehsilana lives in an
apartment located in a large complex near Broadway
Theater. The walls started all black, but thanks to
many periods of intense boredom, those once black
walls are now covered in intricate designs painted
with pastel pinks, blues, and purples. Most of the
furniture is gothic-victorian style, as she wishes to
live in a gothic-victorian style house one day. The
furniture colors consist of black, grey, and white,
and usually have ocelot pattern designs on them.
Significant/special belongings: Ehsilana
holds a pendant her mother gave her in very high
regard; seeing as it's passed down from family
member to family member, it could be considered a
family heirloom. Often, she can be seen wearing it
when she wants good luck, as she believes it brings
it to her, making her a bit superstitious
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CAREER
Level of education: 1 year of college, no degree
Qualifications: Creativity/Good show of emotion,
Good memorization skills, persistence, physical stamina,
Good reading and speaking skills
Current job title and description: Broadway Actress-
A theater actor performs in plays and other types of
live productions, such as skits, dinner theater and
cabaret shows. Sometimes, they go on tour. Actors
have a talent for performing and entertaining others.
With the most common venue being a live stage,
theater acting does not include the benefits of multiple
takes and editing that film and television actors enjoy.
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FRIENDS AND PETS
Friends: Mirra: Ehsilana met Mirra by accident while
preparing for a trip to the Caribbean. On said occasion,
she'd been running through the port looking for a bag,
when on accident, she slammed into the sailor, who'd
been preparing for departure later in the day. She
hastily apologized, but Mirra only laughed and said
there was no need to do so, before directing Ehsilana
to the area where her bag was most likely moved.
After this, the two kept in touch, and hang out as
much as possible.
Pets: Ehsilana has a pet Siamese Cat named Bastet,
after the Egyptian Goddess of cats, protection, joy,
dance, music, and love. She found her underneath
the stage of a theater she used to work at, and after
taming her, decided to keep her, as she started to
feel emotionally attached to it.
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BACKSTORY
Childhood (newborn - age 10): Ehsilana's upbringing is
most likely why she isn't considered "normal" by social
standards. She was born into a rather rich and uptight
family, but they certainly loved her dearly, and made sure
she only got the best. As expected, she was a bit foolish
and curious, so she often got into trouble because of
trivial things, such as breaking a vase or dropping food
on the floor and not cleaning it up afterwards. When she
reached six years old, she began to develop the "mature"
personality of an elitist, to her family's happiness.
However, this period of peace and uptight-ness would
soon end.
Teenage years (11 - Present): When she reached about
thirteen years old, Ehsilana began to grow rebellious;
she was sick of her boring, "polite-and-nothing-more"
life. Her style, over the years, would slowly change until
she decided and accepted that she was a pastel goth.
Her parents, of course, disapproved of this, but
surprisingly, they didn't bug her about it much; they
were far more interested in her talent for acting.
Acting, Ehsilana realized, was her passion; nothing
made her happier. As a result, when she got into high
school, she immediately signed up for Drama Club so
she could further study her talent. This was the reason
she kept her grades up; if they dropped below C, she'd
be kicked out of the club, so she was set on making sure
she did well on all her homework. Upon graduating, she
went to college for a year before landing a role in the
musical "The Count of Monte Cristo". Presently, she
is still expanding her talent and playing roles, and is
well known for this. She works at Broadway Theater,
and believes that getting that job is her greatest life
achievement.
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All art by me

[not a talking cat]

mmmark <3

[avaloafe]

username ;; zipperzip
name ;; amaro
gender ;; female
age ;; 26
zodiac ;; scorpio
sexuality ;; bisexual



amaro is a calm, slight plum. She doesn't commonly have much to say, for in her own mind, her opinion is irrelevant, something that no other plum wants to hear. Being as so, amaro does tend to be on the quiet side. Her small build makes for a dainty female. Some plums, though, do not see any beauty in the quiet and peaceful. Many see this as a weak factor, one that could send a plumsprawling to death, starving for the rest of her life. That is just the opposite of amaro, though; she may be slight, but she has strength and wisdom echoing through her bones. Through years of simply observing rather than running her maw, the smart young plum has managed to take in much more than she had originally intended. By sitting on the sidelines and not speaking up, amaro simply thought she was making life easier for herself. Not speaking, though, tends to lead to listening, and when you listen to too many things, secrets tend to find their way to you. amaro is a smart plum, seeing as how she retains information so easily. She may be quiet, but she is quite the trooper, taking everything in stride. She is hard-working and incredibly tough, though she may look fragile on the outside.

When amaro does talk, though, she has always been one to quickly react. She slices back at anything negative with a sharp tongue and an even sharper mind. She's extremely sarcastic, as you can see by just her mere expression, which also helps to give off that confusing peaceful-yet-stubborn aura that surrounds her. You must know, though, that she is merely doing this to protect herself. She hasn't gone through heartbreak or torment - no. Rather, she is preventing it. All she has known is invisible pain, empty promises, internal torment. She tells herself that she is okay. Tells herself that nothing can touch her. This stubbornness has built up a heavy guard around her heart that is nearly impossible to break through. Those that are strong enough, though, will see the better side of this young lady. So, remember this - if amaro is ever to harm you or hurt you in any way, all she strikes with are empty threats and hollow lies. amaro is a rather antisocial female, however, for her quiet side and tendency to snap out makes her a rather unapproachable plum. She does not have a problem with this.

[yttd]

gonna focus on #628

[iBrevity]

iBrevity


Ashley Blake Kiao


genderqueer, bio male, he/him pronouns
(occasionally they/them and sometimes she/her)


homoromantic homosexual [to males]


28, born November 4th


Asian-American


Japanese and English he learned as a kid. Surprisingly Ashley isn't that good at picking up languages, given how quickly he can pick up new hobbies. He says that it's far easier to train the body than the mind; give him an hour to learn how to sew and his muscle memory is already kicking in to help him. Give him an hour to learn how to speak Spanish and he'll be able to ask you your name and say good morning.


FBI Agent; known as Agent A when on assignment


Ashley is built tall and lean. He's 6'3" and comfortable with his height, so he's rather sinuous and elegant. He has a narrow face with high cheekbones and thin upturned eyes. He's rather pale overall; he doesn't tan well, and often burns if he spends time outside with no sunscreen. He has thin hips and long legs that end with small feet. His hands are also fine and delicate; his FBI class teased him for his feminine fingers on the gun range, so Ashley got a commendation for being the best shooter of his class just to spite them.

His hair is curly and goes down to his butt and often he wears it in a loose braid just to get it out of his way. He's the sort to forget how long it is and accidentally sit on it or lean on it or get it caught up on a ring or bracelet. However it's very fine, so it's easy for him to wrap it up at the base of his neck and still fit a wig over his head. His hair is perfectly white all the way down. He's clean-shaven or has a five o'clock shadow, and when it's the latter the stubble comes in silver. Due to his dark eye whites Ashley's black feathers frame his face perfectly and complement his hair well.

Because he exercises regularly he has hard, wiry muscle. He looks more like a runner than anything else; his biceps aren't altogether that impressive but he has thick thighs and muscular calves. He dresses impeccably and in such a way that it flatters his body. Often he can be found in expensive suits or a dressy button-up though he covets his Saturdays because they're the only times he'll wear ratty jeans and shirts studded with holes. He also really, really loves ankle socks and has an entire dresser drawer full of them in various colors and patterns.


Like Ashley himself, his flat is decorated tastefully and elegantly. He lives in Chicago, Illinois because he can tolerate the weather and he kind of likes the frank attitude of the city. His flat is three-bedroom, one for himself, one for his cats (he doesn't tell many people about that room) and an office he uses rather infrequently. The office doubles as a small library though he rarely has time to actually sit down and read. He likes buying random paperbacks that catch his eye; he stays away from romance but he has a secret soft spot for gothic literature. He lives on the third storey and is good friends with his neighbour to the right.

Most of his furniture is stream-lined and modern, swooping couches and an elegant entertainment center. He has a large television and a good set of speakers because he loves to listen to the music channels, specifically indie songs. His home is decorated primarily in neutral colors with pops of bright reds and blues and greens in the form of pillows or towels or paintings. He's a good decorator though he rarely changes things around and is content to keep his home as is. He could walk it blind or in the dark, which is the kind of comfortable safety he likes. He has a California king sized bed so his cats can keep him company and cotton sheets, as silk clings too tightly to him while he sleeps.


Ashley has two cats because they're independent enough to be left alone while he's on assignment. His neighbour feeds them when he's gone. They're both girls and named Eleanor and Lorelai respectively. Eleanor is an orange tabby, shorthair, a little pudgy; she has a notch in her right ear from a fight she got in before Ashley adopted her from the pound. She looks similar to this cat. Lorelai he literally found on the street; she's lean and dangerous looking, long-legged and jet black. She has a tiny sliver of white on her chin and a myriad of scars under her soft fur. She looks somewhat like this one.


Seven Devils by Florence + The Machine
[listen to it on Youtube here]



debonair || intuitive || playful || arrogant
Ashley excels at his job because he's good at reading people. He's good at figuring them out; he's good at assuming hobbies and aspirations and careers. He's good at surveying a room and splitting strangers into categories, single, unobtainable, married, uninterested. This skill goes hand in hand with his ability to maintain a deep cover when on assignment; Ashley is very good at getting a character folder and becoming that character. Sometimes things he learns for the characters linger long after the assignment is complete. Sometimes he's too good at seducing people; sometimes those feelings linger even when it didn't seem like there were feelings in the first place. Due to this occasionally Ashley experiences some difficulty with separating his real life with whoever it is he's being this week.

He's hilarious when he's comfortable, very confident, often arrogant. He's been accused multiple times of being too full of himself. He is a great athlete and has confidence in his own body so he rarely worries about fights breaking out. He's also skilled with a gun, and decent with a knife, though the longer the blade the worse he is with it. Ashley is very charming and can make friends like no one else, but oftentimes these friendships are shallow. He has a great love for the sea and is terrified of heights, so he dislikes assignments where he has to pretend to be a pilot or a skydiving instructor or whatnot. He's an excellent swimmer and goes running near on every morning so he's in good shape and great in just flat-out running away from a poor situation. He doesn't maintain friendships past when they become difficult to uphold, and has no mercy when breaking up with people.


A Certain Romance by Arctic Monkeys [xxx]
Mr. Brightside by The Killers [xxx]
Stuck at Sea by The Honorary Title [xxx]
Dancing Queen by ABBA [xxx]
Ship To Wreck by Florence + The Machine [xxx]
Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran [xxx]
A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton [xxx]
Kiss With A Fist by Florence + The Machine [xxx]
[all links after song title will take you to a corresponding YouTube video]
[p.s. Ashley's jam is the last song, Kiss With A Fist. He says there's nothing better to scream-sing to.]

LIKES:
❀ swimming and the ocean and the smell of salt and fish
❀ running so hard his pulse is like hard candy in his mouth
❀ the thrill of romancing a stranger he'll never see again
❀ confidence in the strength of his limbs

DISLIKES:
✿ heights, to the point the ladders freak him out
✿ poison; he runs into this often, hates the side effects
✿ doubting himself in knowledge or a situation
✿ not being able to rely on fellow agents

➣ Ashley think he's hilarious and tells amazing jokes but actually he just makes a
whole lot of puns (which he thinks are hilarious anyway)
➣ he's impeccable of maintaining a cover while on assignment; he studies his
character until it feels a part of him, like an actor on set
➣ due to the above sometimes he collects odd hobbies/talents that stick with him
after a mission has already finished
➣ these include; decorative sewing, rock-climbing, gardening, and glass-blowing
(which he isn't altogether that great at)
➣ he really, really loves fashion and keeping up on the latest trends. Given that
Ashley makes a good salary he'll reward himself with a particularly nice suit
➣ he's absolutely terrified of flying and doesn't like taking planes anywhere.
Unfortunately he often has to, so he'll take sleeping pills to combat the fear
➣ he's an only child and both his mother and father passed when he was young
➣ as a child he dreamt of being an FBI agent when his friends were dreaming
of astronauts and cowboys and firefighters
➣ learned how to shoot a pistol when he was 8 in a foster home via a father
figure who actually bothered to help him learn it

“Agent A.”

“Hmm?”

The younger plumie cleared his throat and clutched his clipboard a bit more securely to his chest. “Chief L wants you.”

Ashley nodded and put his feet down, his computer chair wobbling dangerously and squeaking like an alarmed mouse. “Sure,” he said, standing and sliding his gun into the visible holster on his thigh. “Tell her I'll be right there.”

He turned round and vanished, leaving Ashley alone. He pocketed his cellphone, tugged his suit into place, smoothed back his hair and feathers and stepped out into the hall. The building was thick with activity and Ashley passed a few agents while en route to the Chief's office, greeting them by name. None of them knew his real identity of course but they seemed genuinely pleased to see him when they half-lifted a hand and said, “Agent A.” He nodded to everyone who paused to tell him good morning and when he ambled into Chief L's office he was smiling roguishly.

“L,” he greeted, throwing himself bonelessly into the chair she kept in front of her desk. “What can I do you for, Chief?”

“Agent A,” she said coolly, straightening a collection of already neatly organized folders. She set the pile down with a loud thump and looked hard at him, though there was little effect. Ashley was familiar enough with her style of intimidation and so he only remained absently smiling until she said with a short breath, “I have a new assignment for you.”

“Really?” He leaned forward. She tossed him a manila and watched as he paged through it, studying the minute shifts of his expression. When he finished he had schooled his face into a bland smile, one far less genuine than what he'd worn earlier. He rested the folder on his crooked knee and set one hand over it.

“I know,” Chief L said before he could speak, “But I can't give this to anyone else. You understand?”

Ashley set his jaw and nodded once.

“Then you're dismissed,” she said. “I'll forward a finance packet to your desk in ten minutes. I recommend you buy a ticket for the 3:40 to California. Good hunting, Agent A.”

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It was hot in California. Ashley walked off the plane wearing white boardwalk shorts and a shirt that kind of blinded him when the sun struck the glossy gold material. He'd worn sunglasses the entire flight like a hungover rich kid and when he entered into the cool interior of the airport he let his bag drag behind him. Ashley was a good agent. He could play at predator just as well as he could wounded prey.

“Can I help you?” Someone purred behind him and one corner of Ashley's mouth quirked up.

When he turned around he looked about as unimpressed as anyone could imagine. “Help me?” He repeated disdainfully. The mark looked steadily back at him with an amused smile and Ashley memorized the slope of the plumie's face, the hue of his eyes and feathers and the freckles dusted across his nose. He memorized the tan line on his ring finger from a lost wedding ring, the slight limp in his left leg from the fight he'd gotten in last week. Mick Maloney, Irish mob boss, renowned for his love of all things beautiful. Mick Maloney, who had a nine year old daughter he adored and twenty three executions under his belt. Mick Maloney, who was looking at Ashley like he was something good to eat.

“Fine,” he said, summoning up a sigh to make it sound as though it was a chore for him to acquiesce to aid. “Carry it.” He pushed his bag into Mick's arms and then slowed down enough that the plumie could walk beside him. He pretended to not see the three bodyguards that fanned about behind Mick and busied themselves like normal pedestrians.

“I'm Mick,” he said over Ashley's bag, drawing his attention back to him. “What's your name, beautiful?”

Ashley smiled. He pushed his sunglasses up into his messy hair and said, “Adrian. Adrian Waller. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mick.”

Mick grinned delightfully. “Let me take you out tonight, Adrian,” he said. “I'm new in town and I could use the company.”

Ashley simpered and didn't let even a thread of anger creep into his eyes. (New in town? Mick lived in California, and it was rumored he'd been flying home from 'cleaning up' a rogue agent in Minnesota. But of course, Adrian Waller wouldn't know that.)

“I guess I could do that,” he said. Mick extracted a promise from him to meet outside the world renowned Club DV8 at eleven and then gently passed his bag back. He pressed a chaste kiss to Ashley's cheek before he left, tossing over his shoulder, “I'll see you tonight, Adrian.”

Ashley let the smile seep from his face when Mick turned the corner. He ran a hand back through his hair and groaned aloud. “Take this assignment, Agent A,” he muttered under his breath as he walked, “It'll be fun, Agent A. You're the only one pretty enough, Agent A. Next time I see the Chief I'm going to tell her exactly what I think of this crap mission.”

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Six hours later Ashley found himself hurtling down an alleyway and bleeding from a bullet wound in his side. He was too angry to really think clearly about Chief L's carelessness, and mostly he was thinking about how annoying Mick had been up until he'd put a gun to Ashley's temple and demanded his FBI personnel code.

Dumb, dumb. There was a leak somewhere, and Mick had either known from the get-go or shortly thereafter that Ashley was an agent. One bullet hole later and Ashley was pushing through the club's thick and sweating crowd, shoving his way outside and tripping over loose legs and stretching feet. His suit jacket was damp with blood and he felt it sticking on his ribs as he sweat. He fired blindly over his shoulder, heard someone curse, and ducked into a narrower alley to try and get out on the street. Mick Maloney was a mobster but he wasn't stupid; he wouldn't execute a federal agent on a public road.

He stumbled on a crack in the sidewalk, went down on his hands and knees, and felt a bullet scrape a furrow in the air above his head. He jerked down instinctively then rolled forward into the road, so the next car had to stomp on its brakes and even then nearly hit him. Someone got out shouting and Ashley touched fingers to the back of his head, breathing hard through his nose; his hand came away gory, and the pebbles of the road were swimming underneath him.

“Take me to a hospital,” he said, fighting to keep conscious. “And call the number in my coat pocket.”

The driver squinted at him. “Your head's bleedin' a lot--”

“Call it,” Ashley mumbled. He could feel his voice wobbling, his words bending in and around each other. “Tell them I've been shot.”

He fell onto his side and distantly saw the driver dial 911, blinking hard against the black creeping in at the edges of his vision. When he passed out it was to the plumie pulling Ashley's phone out of his pocket and searching his jacket for the number.

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As Ashley had countless times before and would countless times after, he woke up in a hospital bed. There was a machine to his left making a rhythmic noise and the sound of someone breathing by his feet. He very slowly opened his eyes, looking with some confusion at the stranger who was sleeping in a chair racked up against the wall. His head felt thick and foggy.

“Don't say anything,” the sleeping plumie said, startling Ashley from his reverie. The stranger didn't open his eyes and nor did he move; had Ashley not just heard him speak he would have assumed he was still sleeping.

“You're being watched,” the plumie said, scarcely moving his mouth. “The Agency's got your back, but Maloney's men are everywhere. We can't evac you until tomorrow morning.”

Ashley tugged at the itchy hospital sheet and pretended to scratch his cheek so to cover the movements of his mouth. “Who are you supposed to be in the meantime?”

The stranger's mouth jumped in a half-imagined smile. “Your brother,” he said. “So do play along, Agent A.”


[hoping to have time to continue this tomorrow morning before competition ends]

[irina]

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Parker has always been curious about many different things. Why is the sky blue? Why do we need air to breathe? He has always had many questions but no answers. His family refused to answer these questions for him, even the ones that have easy and predictable answers. Parker wanted to find out these answers by himself, but never has. Even the unanswerable questions, he wanted to know it all. Parker has always wanted to wander into a deep forest, a dark alley, or anything that he hasn't seen. But his family was very strict and were very protective of Parker. He has never understood "Poverty," he used to think that everyone had the same amount of wealth. He thought that everyone lived in big houses, ate the best food, and had everything that he had. His curiosity lead him to an alley where his father told him not to go. There Parker saw two poorly dressed citizens searching a dumpster. It startled him, he ran and asked his mom who they were. "They are low class garbage eaters, never go near them." He remembers his mother saying. "Your curiosity is dangerous son, stay in the house where you belong." Parker knew that exploring and asking questions upset his family, but he just had to.

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Throughout Parker's life, he was always the shy one. He couldn't be approached by anyone except his parents, and he had a hard time making friends. He has always distanced himself from others, mostly because he doesn't want to get hurt. Even though he doesn't talk to anyone in general he always has a gut feeling that someone is going to beat him up or hurt his feelings. Parker has always wanted to grow confidence and be social, he feels that he limits himself when he is distant to others. Some others have wanted to engage in a conversation with him, but Parker tries to chop to conversation and end it as soon a possible. He would much rather go for a walk by himself. But Parker is always surrounded by groups of friends of all sizes from two to twenty talking, laughing, and having fun together. Parker always has that feeling that he is missing out in his. All that time when others wanted to talk to him, he pushed them away. He regrets it, but he can't go back in time and change his mistakes. He has missed out on so much, Parker barely knows what "fun" is.

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Parker was taught to be a follower, he things that if he steps up and becomes the leader for once, he's gonna become a failure. He doesn't want to disappoint his family, so he follows. Parker has taught himself to have no voice, he believes that only the opinions of others matter and if he says anything it would ruin everything. His opinion doesn't matter, he doesn't matter. Parker told himself everyday that it's never gonna change, he will forever be the follower. Usually he feels that its the right thing to do, it's a safe route and the possibility of him failing is close to a minimum. But there are some moments when Parker feels that he will never move further in life if he doesn't do anything risky. It bothers Parker a bit, but he still stays on the safe path because who know's what would happen if he doesn't.

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Parker was in general a very sensitive Plumerian, even the slightest insult or punch can tip him and send him crying. His most sensitive topic is his families wealth. Parker's family is very wealthy. Whatever Parker wants, his parents will get. Though Parker doesn't ask for much, his recent discovery to poverty has lead him to giving money to the homeless on the street. He feels that it's not fair that everyone can't have the same wealth as him, so he shares what he can. Wealth and poverty are two of the most sensitive topics for Parker. He refuses to talk about it to someone he doesn't trust. If he hears someone talking about one of his sensitive topics, it slowly tears Parker apart, he would probably go home and sob. Parker has always been unstable, mostly because he was well protected as a child, so he has barely scratched the surface of reality.

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After everything that I have said about Parker, you are probably wondering why optimistic is one of his traits. Parker has big dreams, though not all of them are doable, he feels that he can achieve the impossible. He might not always be happy, but he's positive. Even in his worst days, Parker will tell himself that everything's alright and push forward. His parents don't always support his big dreams, they tell Parker to live his life normally and to not let his imagination to drown reality. Parker doesn't want to admit it, buts what his parents said was true. But he told himself to not let what others say effect what he wants to do. Parker keeps going forward no matter what got in his way. He will never stop dreaming, and nothing will stop him from doing what he feels is right.





Parker was born into a wealthy and very strict family, who owned a cabin in the middle of a lush forest. At this cabin; his grandmother and grandfather lived and raised him. He usually had the chance to talk to his parents and visit their mansion by the beach, but in order to stay rich his parents were always busy working. They never paid mind to Parker, or rather they didn’t have the time to. They loved Parker dearly, but they wanted him to live a peaceful life so they sent the little 1-year-old boy to his grandparents to live. Parker was neglected by his grandfather, who left the cabin early every morning to hunt, then came back late at night. His grandmother however, was very kind to him. She taught him how to read and write, from the books that his parents occasionally sent several times every year. He wasn’t the brightest when it came to these things, but he loved exploring the forest whenever he could. He’d spend every moment he could out in the wild; climbing trees, finding new places to relax, and just observing the untouched nature, which at the time was his normal environment. From exploring so much, Parker became a very curious and adventurous child, who was extremely stubborn when it came to “rights” and “privileges” and such. Since he lived in a forest for most of his life, he was not introduced to the city life until he became older. When he couldn’t go outside, he would never smile, never laugh; he’d have this seemingly bored poker face, and nothing could change his expression until he did or got what he wanted. One bright summer day, a car drove up to the cabin. Two men, wearing black tuxedos and sunglasses stepped out. They pulled Parker to the car, and his grandparents stood there, waving goodbye.
Apparently his parents were there in the car, although he doesn’t remember what they look like, or what the sounded like. He just remembers the words “You need to grow up, become strong and independent, but have friends and be gentle when you need to.” Apparently his parents were there in the car, although he doesn’t remember what they look like, or what the sounded like. He just remembers the words “You need to grow up, become strong and independent, but have friends and be gentle when you need to.” For the rest of his life, Parker lived alone in an apartment, at the center of a urban city. He went to school like an average student, but he was always alone. He wasn’t shy, and whenever he tried to make friends, people would think he was being “weird” so they avoided Parker as much as they could. He became super sensitive because of this; almost never talking to others traumatized him into becoming unfriendly. People visited him occasionally; although to date he still has no clue why those people ever came. Some were tall, short, but they all had a stamp on their right hand, a black rose. These people would bring him his allowance for the month, and tell him the news every once in a while. Yet all of this didn’t affect Parker, a lot anyways. He was optimistic about every situation, and he always felt lucky to not receive bad luck and such. No matter what came at him, he always passed it with a smile, but his optimism was also one of his flaws. Whenever he’d be happy, he’d become extremely friendly and trusting of others for a period of time. During these times, he’d usually be used or back stabbed by those around him, so Parker became independent so that such a thing would never happen ever again. He was the rainbow, that didn’t need the rain any longer. Parker eventually moved out when he was 18, and has only recently began his life in a small town.






Thorughout Parkers life, it has been a really struggle. He has always identified as male, but he was born female. During his earliest years, his parents dressed him in pretty sparkly dresses. His original name was Patricia. But it hurt deep inside, this was not how he wanted to live. He told his parents, they were very unsupportive and and didn't listen to him. He couldn't be himself, so he became trans when he was 3. His parents still shamed him to this day, saying that he would regret his decision down the road, but Parker thinks that is is the best decision he had ever made in a very long time. Parker had been secretly homosexual until he was 13, he had always been attracted to males. His family was raged, they thought he was cursed. His dad became more supportive in the end, but his mom stayed cold and bitter towards him. Being different wasn't always easy for Parker, he always wanted to be normal so his parents would accept him. But this was how he was born, and how he will live.

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Username; Puffball.
Name- Elektra
Gender- Female

I am 20 years of age living in the northern US. Also along with writing I like drawing, reading, and teaching. Every Summer I go to a camp to volunteer to teach kids survival skills. Its so much fun watching those lil' guys run around and have such a great time. Around my teenagers years I went through a phase and my grades started getting worse. A's to D's in a matter of a few weeks. Luckily my teachers understood my teenage troubles and offer me extra credit. One assignment stood out to me. I had to do a fake news report and present it to the teacher. Writing a fake script was really interesting and made me think. My parents wanted me to go to law school and told me that is what I wanted. After I realized that's what they wanted and I never look back and went my own way to make my own decisions.

I am a writer. Well not an author of literature. I write scripts to TV shows. I am a bit new to the field, but I goope to achieve fame some day. At the moment I write scripts for the local news channel, which is great and all, but I really want to get into the big game. Though its sounds far fetched I believe with the right attitude and hard work I can do it.

-Writing
-Teaching
-Drawing
-Reading
-Acting
-Insects
-Plays
-Musicals
-Kindness

-Rudeness
-Cheating
-Dairy products

Favorite song- 99 Luftballons- by Nena (Prefers the German version. Also its not spelled wrong.)
Favorite food- Crabs
Favorite fruit- Blueberries
Favorite vegetable- Green Beans

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