[BecNessMonster]

username;;
BecNessMonster
name;;
Lauren Crawford
relationship with brother;;
Lauren Like her Brother, despite his strange personality and that he might be insane, she still deeply cares for him but trys hard not to show it. She Looked up to her brother but avoids his works greatly, and keeps to the much safer side of the line. She Questions what made her brother like that but Avoids the question due to not wanting to make him angry. Unlike her brother she had many friends growing up which always made her feel bad due to wanting to be with her brother. Now that she is older she doesnt see her brother much but always treats him kindly and humors him when he goes on rants or talks about work.

[wickedbvnes]

username ;; Vintage.
name ;; alaska. simple and beautiful, just like her.
relationship with her brother ;;
alaska is mute- selectively or not, nobody knows. this has made
her have a fierce need to be independent, and not need help in
any situation. this, of course, her brother disagrees with. alaska
hates the fact her brother helps her even when she is in a difficult
situation to mime her way out of; and her brother hates the fact
that alaska has allowed her muteness to drive a wedge in between
them as siblings. alaska sometimes feels sorry for the way she makes
her brother feel, as he has often yelled at her in frustration. she
turns to making him scarves after they fight, to selfishly take the
guilt off her shoulders. naturally, in his anger, he normally rejects
them. because this is a rather common occurrence, alaska has
tons of scarves she wears to spite him, or to make herself
feel better. selfish? yes; alaska isnt a very nice sibling.

[Sethh]

username;;
rycia
name;;
Kanya
relationship with brother;; (limit 400 words)
A lot of people seem to think that when a sibling is older, even by the small amount of time her brother is older than her, that it would make a younger sibling feel inferior, but Kanya feels quite different about the matter.
Kanya feels like her brother is someone to looks up too and to adore, she, like all other siblings tends to feel a little annoyed at her brother from to to time. But their relationship was built on her respect for him.
To her, he is wise, strong, and handsome. A role-model as you might put it, Kanya wouldn't have any other Kia be her brother.

[GREML0RD]

username;;
Neroro
name;;
Pam
relationship with brother;;
(limit 400 words)

[lily flower]

username;; lily flower
name;; Naomi
relationship with brother;; Naomi looks up to her brother; she feels he's brave, confident, and smart. She always sees the best in him, even if others don't. She absolutely adores him. She also knows she can confide in and trust him with any secret. Anyone who puts him down and/or makes fun of him deeply upsets her because she can see what a wonderful kia he is, so why can't they? Overall, Naomi loves her brother, and would go to ends of the earth to defend him.

[vjg321]

username;;
vjg321 ; currently a non owner

name;;
Marlee {named after my Aunt's black lab Marlee, who always wore an bandanna <3}

relationship with brother;;
Even though Marlee was the youngest of the two, she was always the one looking out for her big brother. She loved him dearly, even though it was hard for her to get close to him. As a child he never had very many friends, so Marlee was always his beat friend, always looking out for him, caring for him and being their for him as a sister and friend. Today their relationship has change but still not all too different. Marlee absolutely hates the line of work that Ezra has gotten into, but all the same, she wanted him to do what he wants, so she would never try and stop him form doing something he is passionate about. She is consistently worrying about him, day an night, even if she rarely gets to see him. She loves him with all her heart and would give her life for him. She has never known anyone so well, or had anyone know her so well, and she will and will always consider him her best friend. {176 words}

[siennacereal]

username;; .Joker.
name;; Cecile
relationship with brother;; Let's get one thing straight before I begin, Cecile is very immature and young at heart. Cece loves her brother very much but doesn't know if he loves her in return. She is always showing how much she loves him by following him, mimicking him, and annoying him every second of the day. She often times annoys him so much that he starts a fight or says something mean to her and hurts her feelings. They might not talk for a few days after a fight but always make up. Her brother tries to ignore Cece alot of the time which really bothers her and might start crying over it.

[.The Bootless Box.]

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--username - {Internal Blackout}
--name - Elisabet
--nicknames - "Liza" "Eli" "Elle"
.................."Liz" & "Lizzy"

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[ relationship with brother ]

Lizzy loves her brother, she looks up to him but also gets easily frustrated with him. Since she's soft voiced and less aggressive than him, she tends to just not talk to him for a little while. She would do absolutely anything for him, no matter what he did. She'd even give him her scarf to wear if he was cold. She wants his attention, sometimes more than she can bare, because she wants to be close and happy with her brother. Sometimes it's difficult but she tries to keep optimistic about it and everything else.

[Little Fish]

Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa

I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We'll paint it red to fit right in
Whoa

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

All systems go, the sun hasn't died
Deep in my bones, straight from inside

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

{ Username }
Little Fish
{ Name }
Mavis Lucinda Crawford
{ Meaning }
Mavis
Celtic - Song Bud English
English - Song Thrush
Lucinda
Latin - Illumination
{ Relationship With Brother }
xxxxxxxxI’m not as close to my brother as I would have liked to be. As children, he was always the kid in the dark corner that was strange and muttered to himself here and there while I on the other hand was always the center of attention and very well-known with many friends. I tried to introduce him to some of my guy-friends and help him find his way, but that worked to no avail.

xxxxxxxxOf course my many friends stopped coming around as much, not only because of my brother but, because I knew he was speaking the truth to me that night, on my tenth birthday, over some amazing honey vanilla chamomile tea, he said emotionlessly ‘You have such cutout plastic friends *sip* they only want you for your money *puts tea down* that is all they will ever want. *walks over, handing small present, and leaves*’

xxxxxxxxThere were times where he did act normal for a few minutes, but that was very rare. I blame his intelligence mainly, he had always been smarter and more well-organized then me and would be like my parents golden-child if they had paid us any attention. I instead, struggled my way through school and landed a small business in scarf making, which thankfully grew into a large corporation where I now sell my designer scarfs.

xxxxxxxxWhat started this onslaught and need to make scarfs? The custom ordered, handmade one my dear brother gave me on my tenth birthday, it has inspired me throughout these many years to strive for the best and I always will, thanks to him. Our relationship in our teen years was non-existent. I was too busy being tutored by the best in everything possible while he was on his way to greater things, such as his job now.

xxxxxxxxOur relationship now, is still a bit of a strange one, I only ever see him during the important holidays or on my birthday and it’s only ever over a cup of tea and he always uses that same monotone voice with me. Other than that he always seems to have work.

xxxxxxxxThankfully, every once in a while, I will catch a very small smile from him as I slip some of the most expensive stuffed animals over to him. Then our eyes meet and it vanishes like morning dew. I still silently hope for the day he realizes I’m wearing his scarf he gave me and says something human about it.
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The darkness around her soon parted as she walked towards the lights that uniformly stood the mansion grounds. The black female slowly approached the large, monogramed gates that surrounded the estate. Her black fur glistened in the light above. This was the place. A ghastly haze shrouded everything around her, nipping at her skin, attempting to drive her away. Gripping the old, scarlet scarf, she pressed the pager on the gate. Ruby winced as her heart pounded. It was finally time to see him. Ezra. Her ears folded in regret as a venomous voice answered from inside the house.

Slowly, she walked down the dimly lit halls. Holding her scarf close, she continued walking the direction the butler told her. She glanced around at the many paintings of Ezra that hung upon the walls, each glaring down at her as she passed them. Stopping at a better lit painting, she examined the male on it. He was chiseled, tall and lean, slightly aged. Handsome by any standards. The Ezra in these paintings was so different than the empty boy she'd seen in dark portraits as a child. Her once ghost-like sibling was now almost regal. She continued on, her steps watched by the paintings' mysterious gray eyes.

Ruby waited at the foot of the wide doors to Ezra's office. She winced in fear, wanted nothing more than to return to her cozy home, have a hot cup of tea, and read her worn copy of Pride and Prejudice. But no. Not today. Eleven years ago this very day he left their home and never came back, like a loner who didn't belonged there in the first place. That day he left, she felt a part of herself leave as well. She didn't know him. But he was like a treasure, sealed away in a chest to preserve it's beauty; though the treasure was never seen, it was looked upon with a sense of wonderment and finest curiosity. The day he left, she mourned. Then the unexpected. Slowly, gently a rich warmth was wrapped around her neck. Ezra had turned back to comfort her, he dawned one of his radiant red scarves upon her before disappearing. Eleven years ago he left, but eleven years ago he became her brother. Then Ruby held the old scarf close and slowly opened the door, feeling a warmth and soft light pour out. "Ezra...?"

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