ωιηтєя вяєєzєѕ {Drama RP~Semi Lit}

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L has a crush on him too. O.o

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Username:
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Full Name:
Chayse Dyre Hunter
Nickname:
Hunter
Gender:
Female
Age:
Eighteen
Personality:
Chayse has always had that sort of dark part of her personality. Sarcastic and witty, she stands up for herself and what she believes in, but usually tends to stay out of things that she isn't a part of. She always remembers the one day she first decided to step down; to become silent. It was when she had people that she knew, fighting against her because of who she was. They almost thought she was dark. Chayse protested that she couldn't help who she was and it ended up in the only memory of her deceased mother, burning to a crisp. She realised that the more she tried, the more hurt she would become. So; she backed down. Became 'The Quiet Girl' as everyone started calling her. But when it was something she really wanted or needed, she would look at people with golden eyes and speak up. People often though of her as 'dark' because of her personality, but in an attempt to fit in, Chayse wore light clothes that complimented her eyes and hair. Eventually in high school, she managed to make her first friends, that she was going - well, hoping - to remember for the rest of her life. These people, Aza Lai, Jon Highland and William Thatch, were the reason she became a lighter person. She smiled and laughed her way through high school but at home, she was the same girl she was in primary. Chayse knew there was always something different about her that would never change. She was fiery, timid, witty, shy, quiet and a lot of other things.

Although her early life was a rough and raggid road, she picked up many hobbies on the way. Sketching became her main priority however. Songwriting came second and then painting, along with writing stories. They were the only lifeline that set apart her differences and made her apart of the crowd. Eventually, she became a slightly different person and her father started referring to her as "Two face" because of it. Sure she was still witty, fiery and other things but the other half of her was; well, a different person entirely. Chayse couldn't stand hurting someone, physically and mentally. She hated break-ups and she hated fights and always stood up for people in sticky situations. She liked to see the light and hated the darkness; the sun on her skin usually sent a electic shock through her body, making it tingle slightly. This was what truely set Chayse apart from the others. The others were either "pretty girls/boys" or "tomboys", a straight personality. But she was different, she liked who she was on one side and also the other. She liked how she could be nice but still stick up for herself and how she could smile on the outside but hide on the inside. As drawing things is her main priority, Chayse always has a pencil and paper near her. If she see's someone she likes, she draws them. If she see's a breathtaking object or landscape, she'll draw it. It's on of the things that pulled her through her problems and helped her through the treaturous years of schooling.
History:
Let's see, where did it all start for Chayse?
Well, it all started when she began middle school, when of course her mother was still alive and her parents had just adopted her brother Jacob. Jacob was always one of those kids that you felt sorry for yet, no matter how many times you apologized, he just smiled and waved his hand with a friendly "I do have a family though. They're standing right in front of me." Before they fostered him though, Chayse met him at school and they were instantly best friends. But no matter how many times she asked "where do you live?" he would just reply with "I'm not allowed to have kids over" which just made Chayse, and her family, curious and curiouser. But one day, she got a little too curious, which ended up in her sneaking out and following him after school. As she followed, she noticed he walked around...basically no-where. Like he had no home. Chayse kept following him until she came to a laundry mat and he walked inside, carrying his old school bag. She saw he had used his money on a bus trip but she didn't know that was it. Leaning over a tub, he soaked a shirt in water and then rung it dry. Next to him a lady started her washing machine and left to come back later. Smiling his shy smile, Jacob simply waited till she was gone and then opened the door to hers and threw his shirt in. At first, Chayse thought he was just being rude but then she realised that he had worn the shirt for 3 days in a row, like he didn't have any other apart from the one he was wearing. Like he only owned two shirts. She went home that day and told her parents what she had saw and they immediately went to him. They asked in their sweet voices where his home was and he said the same thing. Then they asked "Do you have a home?" and he said yes. They knew he was lying and made him confess - truth was, he was an orphan that no-one took in. Homeless and alone. The whole situation changed the Hunter family's life forever. Chayse's parents offered to take care of him for a few days until they knew what to do. They fed him, bought him new clothes, payed for his school and other things until they finally came to the decision to become his legal guardians. And then just like that, he was part of the family.

Soon after Jacob joined them, Chayse's mother Charlotte was diagnozed with cancer, putting another drastic change in her daughters life. The floor suddenly fell from beneath her and she was running away from everything. It's when she became known as 'The Quiet Girl" who rarely ever spoke to people. She was mysterious and slightly dark; and her grades were falling from a 'A' to a jaw dropping 'C-'. No-one knew what to do with her because basically, what could you do with a girl like Chayse? Take her to a doctor and have her tell all her emotions? No way, that was not Chayse. For about a year, Charlotte was sick, getting worse everyday and that was the part that wrenched the girls heart out of her chest. On the Boxing Day, when Jacob had just turned 15, three days earlier, they recieved news about their mother who had been away getting scans. She had passed away during the night and the doctors said there was no way they could have helped her. They also told them that her last words were "But even if you should suffer for what is right, you are blessed. Do not fear what they fear ; do not be frightened. Take Courage." and then her eyes had slowly shut for the last time. Chayse has lived on those words for the rest of her life now. After her mothers funeral, everything went spiralling downhill. Chayse's attitude got worse and so did her schooling, making her even more depressed than ever before. Eventually after 3 months her Dad stood up with her brother and said, "That's it. You have to get over this, you have to pick yourself up. Mum's gone, but she's watching you form up there, praying you'll do well in life. She needs you to answer he prayers." Chayse didn't know what it was about those words, but something made her realise just how stubborn she was being. So within 5 months time, Chayse was known as "two face" and her grades were now a 'A-' and she was living her life like never before and making her friends, Aza Lai, Jon Highland and William Thatch. It was also the time when she took up drawing, the art soon becoming her deep passion.
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Popcorns, do you mind if Chayse has a crush on Damien?

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(She doesn't have the noise piercing or the tattoos in the pic.)
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Full Name: Brittany Rose Moor.
Nickname: Known by her closest of friends as Britt, but she prefers to be called Brittany.
Gender: Female.
Age: Eighteen.
Personality: Brittany mostly comes off as mean, agressive, and selfish as she isn't one of the most friendliest of people around, nor does she enjoy helping and giving since her father had told her that kindness was a wekness, and for some odd reason that clung to her personality, turning Brittany Rose Moor from a sweet little to a bitter tough chick with no real regards for anyone else's feelings.
Some people are occasionally nice to her, but msotly out of pitty, which drives Brittany insane and is yet another reason her words hit you like a cold, frozen, and heavy brick full of insults and 'leave me alone's.
Brittany has never one to give off good first impressions, or stand down to many challenges, as she beleives that if you give up it is another show of your weakness.
History:Rough is only the slightest way to explain how Brittany's history and present lfie has been. Family sanity? Pft, that went out that door after her mom and ad got into a hufe fight that ended in a big over-dramatic divorce where Brittany was basically the center of all the attention, since her mom had come down with a bi-polar disease that left her with her father, who has minorly neglected his own daughter.
Music, dance, and riding her horse, Burningham, have been ways to keep her sanity, she has discovered figure skating to help ease the pain and boredom that comes from her father's absence when he is away on business trips and meatings.
Of course, seeing her lucky with family problems also leads to that school problems, where she has built up a status as emo/scene, and is often bullied while she has also been caught being nasty mean to someone of lower ranks then she is, which is not many.
High expectaions is what people usually have for Brittany, as her father is a very succesful lawyer and her mother was almost a mathmagician, which means people believe that Brittany should be a super genius, but she's only just a genius.
But for those who can get under all this, and stay true friends with her (Or more), you will find that she can be sweet and not snap at you every time you make a remark about her clothing or her hair. (She has, almost, not really, but sorta, a split personality.)
Romance? Pft, no! Most diffinatly not for her. Though she may have a crush on someone (Cough, Tamesis, cough.), she hates and believes love is a stupid emotion and she only really loves her horses and her blue macaw parrot.
Determination and passion, and oh boy does she have it. Once Brittany has her midn set on something, there is no stopping her as she puts her ut-most effort into her challenges and creations untill they are complete.
Other: Has a passion for dancing, horse back riding, and figure skating while singing is still hobby of hers.
Is it okay that she has a crush on Tamesis?
In her possession, Brittany owns a shire named Burningham, and a thoroughbred named Precious, and a blue macaw parrot named Jack


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.:Tamesis Daniel Williams:.
The white light grazed the mans exposed skin from between the curtains. The man mumbled in his sleep, breathing heavily while the wind whistled against his window. After a few minutes, the man opened his eyes. Green. He shut them again quickly, blinded by the light. He pulled the navy bedsheets over his exposed chest, stifling a yawn and trying to ignore the draft seeping in through the window. A few more minutes ticked by. Giving up the hope that he would fall back to sleep, he got out of bed, throwing the duvet cover off his body and standing up tall. Standing at 6ft2, he was a well muscled bloke, mainly due to his excessive playing of sports. Stretching widely, he stumbled sleepily to his wardrobe. Throwing on a grey t-shirt, navy jumper with a black jacket on top with grey faded jeans, he walked out of his cramped room, taking on look back at it.
The light was still streaming onto the unmade bed, the wardrobe left open, yesterdays clothes left in a pile on the floor. He'd clean it up later. Shutting the door behind him, he made his way down the hall in silence. Wandering into the kitchen, he checked his watch. 10.18. Grabbing a pizza slice from the night before, he hurried outside, swearing under his breath. His original plan was to go to the woods and meet up with a few of his mates at 9,30. But he knew it would never happen. Sleeping in was a privilege to be cherished when you had collage. Shutting the door behind him, and walking down the street a few paces, he looked back at the white house. He could have sworn he had seen the curtain move from Morgan's window. He felt a small pang of guilt which was quickly forgotten. Instead, annoyance filled him. Was she too ashamed to speak to him? Disappointed? Pha, it was better that she stayed inside. She could do less harm to herself that way. She was all he had left, and he would protect her from anything. Heck, he'd even fought people before because they had tried to date her. She was beautiful, yes. He wouldn't deny that. But he would say that she was too pretty for her own damn good. She needed to be watched, and he was her guardian angel.
He directed his feet towards the lake where he figured some people would be. Trainers crunching on the layer of pounded snow, he wrapped his arms around his chest, taking out the gloves he had already stuffed in his pockets. His breath appeared before his eyes as steam, his ears starting to sting already. Winter was hell in Windsor. It was as if the whole process was new every single year. No one was mentally ready for the cold, the clothes from the year before had been recycled.


.:Mogan Eva Williams:.
"Mother?" whispered Morgan, pushing open the door of her mother's room. Morgan was already dressed, breakfasted and ready to go out before Tamesis had even woken up. She wore white trousers, with a navy jumper and a black belt around her waist. "I've brought breakfast mum" she said softly, shuffling over to her mothers bedside. She sat down on the chair next to the bed, the tray laden with food resting on her lap. She tore her eyes away from her food, and rested them on her mother's hollow face. Pain filled Morgans heart, something caught in her throat. She swallowed it down, biting her tongue. Her mother was dying. It was too late for any recoverery, and it was Morgan to bear the load. She hadn't told Tamesis the news. She remembered recieving the note from the hospital, reading it with her hand covering her mouth while Tamesis was playing on his gamestation. Back to the present.
With gentle hands, she helped her mother sit up. Her skin was so dry, weak. She seemed so brittle, her soul attached by a simple thread. "Eggs?" whispered Morgan, and Rose nodded weakly. She put the food on the fork, and began to feed her mother. It was a slow process. When the eggs, beans and tomatoes were finished, Morgan put the tray on the floor and leaned forwards, picking up a small pack of tissues from the bedside table. She gently wiped the sleep from her mother's eyes, her green eyes matching her mothers. "There. Beautiful" she whispered, a painful smile twitching at her lips. Rose looked up at her daughter and smiled. "You go out today honey" she said hoarsly. When Morgan shook her head, Rose's voice became more stern. "Have fun today, I'll be here when you get back, alright?" After a moments hesitation, Morgan nodded. A full smile stretching across her lips somewhat reluctantly, she straightened up. However she froze at the soft noise of Tamesis moving down the hallway. Come and see our mother Tam, you haven't seen her in weeks she begged in her mind, staring at the door. However her heart sank as she heard him go down the stairs.
She leaned back over her mother, kissed her forehead, and muttered "I won't be long, I promise. Get some sleep" before walking out of the door, taking the tray with her. She walked into her room to see Tamesis walking down the road. She glared at the back of his head, but quickly dropped the curtain as he looked around. She waited a while before heading downstairs with the tray. Placing it beside the sink, she walked to the door and slipped on her boots. Shutting the door behind her with a growing feeling of guilt, she turned left onto the street and made her way to her favourite place in Windsor; the woods. Her iPod clutching in her cold hands, she hurried down the street, taking a left onto a small track which led directly into the woods. The wind had died down, the trees still. She stopped at a clearing, and then sat down on a log, flicking through the tracks on her ipod. Her song chosen, she played it out loud, planning a dance routine in her head. This was what she did, it was who she was.

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The whiny of a horse broke the silence that filled the winter air, as purple-headed Birttany Moor slowed Precious to a fast walk, the horses mighty hooves crushing the sparkling snow beneath it.
Brittany had already been up for the past hour, and had been exersing her horses to ease the bordom that came from having the disability to bury her hand back into the pillowd that were taunting her from her bedroom window, where the nanny her father had left was dusting up. Do I really need her? Brittany thought in frustration and anger, mostly to her un-trusting father who was probubly on a plane to Alberta, Canada for a business meeting.
With a small grunt, Brittany dismounted Precious from where the two had stood in the middle of a wide, snow covered pasture where a few naked trees glinted in the morning sunlight that also bore down upon Brittany as she stroked the mare's neck, as if in apology for not using any tack and just riding bareback as it was Burningham that enjoyed the freedom of only having to cary a single rider, not the whole set of tack that came along with a soothing morning ride.
"Well, I'll be back later. I think I shoudl fit some skating into today as I personally do not wish to spend more then 3 more hours in this trechorous winter weather.
Well, the long walk back towards the large hosue was quoet cold, and wit the cold ment stiff limbs which also ment relief when the warm air for the inside of the house met with Brittany's frozen limbs that caused her to walk oddily and quickly inside the house and towards the large staircase.
"I vwish for you to clean up sat messy room of yours." Came the voice of the nanny fromt he kitchen, thick with her russian accent.
With a roll of her eyes, Brittany trudged up that stairs, ignoring the bright purple hair that fell in her face, where her chocolate brown eyes drifted towards the door to her father's study at the top of the stiarcase, the temptation to go and ravage through his belongings dragged her body at a faster pace up the stairs, but she smuthered it and turned to the left to where her bedroom door sat open idily, the light from the open bedroom window casting across the bedroom floor as far as Brittany could see, which wasn't far.
"Ah, quiet." Brittany breathed happily, relaizng her room was made up for the lacking silence downstiars, which was a breath of relief in Brittany's eyes.
But of course, nothing good ever lasts in Birttnay's life, as Jake started skwalking and rattling his food dish from his large cage in the corner of his room.
"Jake, be quiet!" Brittany hissed to her annoying bird as she stomped off to her closet where she drew what she usually wore for figure skating, only there was an addition of a pink coat and warmer white gloves.
"After this, I'll jsut come back and maybe take a nap. Maybe." Brittany muttered to herself as she changed from her jeans and ratty t-shirt to her other clothes that were form-fitting and comfortable, even though her bright purple hair ruined the look.
With a tight grip on her skates, Brittany exited her lagre room and skipped down the stairs, ignoring the calls from her nanny who wondered if she wanted breakfast. Sorry lady, I hate some mini-wheats this morning. You know, before you were up. Brittany thought with a smug smile as she pulled open the front door, greated by a flush of cold, winter air that carried in little snowflakes that speckled Brittany's face, making her do a rare smile.

Brittany was too far away from her house when she realized the regret that fluttered in ther stomach when she started wishing she had taken her car, as she was now freezing her but off, and couldn't stand another minute in the cold air that turned her warm breath into steam that blew in her face, making her sneeze.
"Where's that stupid entrance to the woods?" She grumbled to herself, her eyes trailing along the forest edge, untill the locked onto a spot where a large oak tree could fit, but instead it lead off into a snow covered trail that would lead to a small pond that was still large enough to skate on.
Content with her discovery, Brittany turned off the road and down the path, wher eher hot pink coat was still visible through the cracks in the tree branches.

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Notes: Not enough descriptive words in my opinion.

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Username:
Holli
Full Name:
Matthew James Carlson
Nickname:
Matt
Gender:
Male
Age:
18
Personality:
Matt is outgoing and fun; reckless if given the chance. He is by no doubt a trouble maker by nature and finds it hard to take anything seriously; but it isn't impossible. He's sporty and slightly hot headed, but better described as confidant and friendly. He's very charming, always knowing the right things to say and very funny; easy to be around and always up for a good laugh. He can take a joke, but had a hard time joking with other people; not knowing if they can take a joke. Matt can be shy, but tends to be more of a show off and flirtatious than the quiet and shy kinds. He easily trusts other like himself, but not so much people themselves; although there are a few he's learned are not all that bad while others may be. He can be very protective and intimidating if he wants to, not afraid to fight if the time came. Matt is rather fair and understanding, not holding grudges for very long.
Strengths-
Manipulative ;; he can convince you to do or say almost anything; and easily talks his way out of most problems
Street Smart ;; he knows how to act in public, but when just hanging with his friends can goof off just like any other idiot out there
Basically Fearless ;; Matt isn't afraid of anything really, this can also be a bad thing
Looks ;; Matt is good looking, isn't he?
Funny ;; Matt can always crack a joke and knows how to make you smile even in the worst of moods
Socialable ;; He's very easy to talk to; very friendly and open
Weaknesses-
Reckless ;; he is to uncaring and crazy sometimes and this gets him in trouble
Addictive personality ;; it’s very easy for him to get addicted to things, and vice versa for people to get addicted to being around him
Girls ;; He just doesn't understand them
Fears-
Death ;; The death of someone he cares about
Knives ;; A random fear, but it's not ridiculous; just the thought of being stabbed
Rejection ;; He hates it, and honestly, who doesn't?
Likes-
Shopping, Laughing, Having fun, Warm weather, Rain, Thunder storms, Music, His Friends, Parties, Sports, and People who are themselves
Dislikes-
Cheaters, Homework, School, Studying, Liars, Bad drivers, Picky eaters, and Rejection
History:
Matt has had a rather average life; born and raised in Malibu, CA. Originally Matt was shoved into private schools, the most expensive his parents could find. They hoped the boring same old outfits would straighten him out and make him a desirable scholarship candidate; but when he turned 12 things changed. He'd been so tired of the same old things every day, the mean teachers, the pounds and pounds of homework; that he'd finally begged his parents into public school when they moved to a small town called Windsor. It'd taken him a whole year, but eventually he'd gotten so annoying his parents had no other choice. He now goes to a normal public school like the majority of teens; and is so thankful to be out of the dull private schools he used to attend. Once finally in public schools, Matt's love life sky-rocketed. It was one girl one day, another the next; never staying with one girl for too long. Eventually he grew tired of this, and honestly wanted to just find the right person, which hasn't happened yet. He slowly brought himself back down to earth, and hasn't dated anyone seriously in over three years.
Other:
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Username:
Holli
Full Name:
Ashton Haven Williams (not related to Tamesis Daniel Williams)
Nickname:
Ash
Gender:
Female
Age:
17.5
Personality:
Ashton is your average party girl that loves nothing more than to get into trouble. She lives for the life of a party; the music and dancing, and don't forget the boys. When it comes to boys, she never stays with one very long; giving her a swinger reputation. She just can't resist the next best guy that walks buy her, and can't help but want more. She can't really make up her mind on anything; being boys, clothes, or anything in between. Ash is quite the little dare devil, and there's pretty much nothing she wouldn't do. Although she loves the spotlight, there's nothing better than a girl's night out or just chillin' with her friends. The girl can be devilish and a bit of a trouble maker, but she has a soft and compassionate side. She hates her swinging habits with boys, and honestly just wants to find someone right for her; but she'd not often given the chance. Ashton is protective of her friends and family and would do anything to protect or defend them; even if that means throwing some hateful venom filled words out here and there. All around she's not a bad kid, but definitely had her flaws just like the next person in line...
Strengths-
Flirty
Manipulative
Devoted
Fearless
Looks
Funny
Socialable
Athletic
Lying
Witty
Smart
Weaknesses-
Manipulative
Reckless
Boys/Romance
Mouthy
Shopping
Party Animal
Looks
Emotion
Fears-
Being alone for the rest of her life
Death
Losing a friend or family member
Pain
Likes-
Shopping, Laughing, Having fun, Warm weather, Rain, Thunder storms, Music, Her Friends, Parties, and Boys
Dislikes-
Cheaters, Homework, Studying, Liars, Slow drivers, Picky eaters, and Rejection
History:
Other than the fact that Ashton's father was always drunk and abusive, she lived a pretty normal like thus far. Ash doesn't remember much of anything about her dad, other than always being beaten by him or watching her mother getting hit; but that's heavy stuff to have to deal with for the few short years she was around her father, so it's no surpise that's all she remembers. Her parents got along great until her father developed the habit when she was three; but after then their family was prettymuch doomed. It started with her mom, Ashton's mother. She'd always hear the screaming voices of her parents fighting out in the hallway or in the kitchen; growing louder and louder until things escelated. Things soon began being thrown. Her father would throw things, do anything to get his anger out. Eventually he started hitting her mother. Bruises were carefully placed on her stomach and arms, occasionally her face, to give the most pain possible. Ashton's mother dealth with it though, believing it was worth it for her daughter. Ashton's mother's parents had been deviorced, and her mother didn't want that for her baby girl; it was just too much. Everything changed when Ash showed her mother the bruises. Her arms were covered with them, only complimenting her huge, swolled black eye. Unable to salvage the marriage, Ashton's mother packed up their things and fled; leaving behind a note and wedding ring that rightfully belonged to her father now. Ash hasn't heard from her father since, and hasn't had many problems overcoming the experience...
Other:
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L blinked her eyes open and glanced at the the clock. 5:03. She jumped out of bed and quickly looked out the window, her breath making the window foggy. She grinned and felt as if she was 6 years old again, so excited for winter. L looked away and sat back on her bed, staring at her closet. She chewed on her bottom lip as she tried to figure out what to wear.

She knew it was going to be freezing outside, but she also knew that figure skating made it feel like summer at times. She pulled on her soft cotton tights and decided on a gray beanie and gloves, along with her green dress which brought out her red hair. After changing, L brushed the hair from her eyes and stepped into the kitchen, holding on to the railing when she went down the stairs. She poured herself a glass of milk and ate a cookie from the batch she made yesterday.

She set her aquamarine eyes on the snowy bliss outside once more. She smiled and put her plate and cup in the sink. After putting on her winter boots L grabbed her skating shoes and stepped out of the house, greeted with a rush of wind that carried snow onto her. She continued on her way and quickly arrived at her favorite place by a shortcut she had found long ago. L tested the ice and found it frozen solid. Satisfied, she she stepped on the ice as soon as she put on her skates. She stretched and began the routine she had been trying to perfect this past few days.

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