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[wickedwolfgirl]

ғʋℓℓ ∂ɛƨcяιρтισи::
Tara makes a fairly distinctive impression right away, mostly because of the bright red hair, but also because of her fashion choices. It could be eighty degrees out, but she would be wearing long jeans and converse. She isn't the type of girl to wear short shorts or skirts. She hardly ever wears anything other than jeans most of the time. Every now and again, she feels the need to feel pretty, so she digs out her one skirt and blouse outfit and does her hair and makeup, then goes wandering around town. She hardly ever wears "girly" shirts, and prefers her long graphic t-shirts. She also likes to dress comfortably, so she is unlikely to wear tight clothing or high heels. This doesn't mean that she won't wear them on a whim, but they are definitely not her first choice. Her hair brushes past her shoulders, and has a very slight wave to it. It also tends to fluff out and frame her face. She usually wears it without doing much to it besides brushing, or she sticks it into a ponytail immediately after. She isn't one to put too much fuss into her appearance.
|| ιмρσятαит ιиғσ ||

иαмɛ::
Tara Elizabeth Fray
αɢɛ::
17
∂αтɛ σғ вιятн::
December 23, 1993
ɢɛи∂ɛя::
Female. She would prefer if you didn't check.
нιƨтσяʏ::
Tara lived a fairly normal, uneventful life. Her family was pretty distant from the rest of her family, so she never really saw them, which was fine by her. The only relative close by was her recently divorced aunt on her mother's side. Tara's school life however, was not good. She was bullied very badly, and this has affected every aspect of her life since then. She used to be naive and very friendly, but now she has become distrustful, cautious and somewhat jaded. The boys in her school used to flirt with her to bring her hopes up, then smash them back down again. This has made her cautious of boys flirting with her, though that doesn't mean she doesn't like it.
|| яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ ||

мσтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
Gwendolyn Fray
ғαтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
Ian Fray
ƨιвℓιиɢƨ::
She is an only child.
∂ιƨтαит κιи::
Stephanie DeGrace is her aunt on her mother's side. That's about it.
cяʋƨн::
None yet. She's a little tricky to win over.
вσʏғяιɛи∂ / ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂::
Nope. She is single.
ƨɛϰʋαℓ σяιɛитαтισи::
She's straight.
cнιℓ∂яɛи::
Nope.
|| тяαιтƨ ||

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ::
Tara can be described as heartless and cold, but this is not true. She just treads cautiously around people, which gives her a peculiar alien quality. Underneath the cool exterior, this is a girl of raging emotions. She is an observer. She watches the people around tumble through the raging currents of life while she watches motionless on the outskirts. At a party, she is the one watching everyone dance while thoughtfully munching a cookie. However, this does not mean that she doesn't know how to have fun. When she breaks free, she turns into a rush of pure ecstatic glee, startling those who know her as the quiet redhead who keeps to herself. Every now and again, she gets random strokes of fearlessness. She has been known in one of these little fits of fearlessness to walk up to a random guy, kiss him, and then walk away again like nothing happened. She is quite stubborn, and her views are hard to change. If she doesn't like you, then it's a long uphill battle to get her to like you. On the other hand, once she likes you, you are pretty much liked for life.
ℓικɛƨ::
Dancing, singing, writing, trench coats, converse, and a variety of food. (She'll eat just about anything.)
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ::
People who harass her or her friends, people she considers too nice, guys who use cheesy pickup lines.
ρяσƨ::
Picking up emotions. She's pretty good at it.
She can sing very well.
ғℓαωƨ::
Not being nervous.
Flirting.
ρнσвιαƨ::
Talking on the phone. Yes she knows it's weird.
Needles. She hates them and avoids them.
|| αρρɛяɛиcɛ ||

hαιя cσℓσя:
Bright red
ɛʏɛ cσℓσя:
crystal blue
sκιи cσℓσя:
creamy white
hɛιɢнт:
5'2"
wɛιɢнт:
125 pounds
exтяα:
Nope. Her logic and her phobia prevents her.

ғʋℓℓ ∂ɛƨcяιρтισи::
Nathaniel is fairly tall, at five feet, ten inches.
|| ιмρσятαит ιиғσ ||

иαмɛ::
Nathaniel Noel Summers. A few people call him Sunshine as a joke on his name.
αɢɛ::
18
∂αтɛ σғ вιятн::
July 17, 1992
ɢɛи∂ɛя::
Male
нιƨтσяʏ::

|| яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ ||

мσтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
Amelia Summers
ғαтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
Robert Summers
ƨιвℓιиɢƨ::
He has three. Two younger twin sisters, Erin and Emma, aged 10, and a younger brother,Thomas, aged 13.
∂ιƨтαит κιи::
Margaret Wilson-Grandmother on his mother's side.
Allen Wilson-Grandfather on his mother's side.
Anne Summers-Grandmother on his Father's side.
Julian Summers- Uncle on his father's side.
cяʋƨн::
None yet, but he most certainly is looking.
вσʏғяιɛи∂ / ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂::
None at the moment.
ƨɛϰʋαℓ σяιɛитαтισи::
Straight.
cнιℓ∂яɛи::
Nope, at least he hopes not.
|| тяαιтƨ ||

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ::
Nathaniel is a relaxed person. He is fine with his life, and he likes it just the way it is. He has a firm belief that life is not something that can be fought with, and it is far easier to just accept it and move on. He likes to flirt, but isn't particularly good, and he has been known to pull out a terrible pick up line in an attempt to be funny. He finds a lot of things funny, and is always laughing. He can serious up when needed, but it may require stating that things are getting serious, or a good smack is just as effective. He is very, very forgetful, and manages to lose everything, even if he set it down literally two seconds beforehand. He is friendly and charismatic, and is often the first person to say hi. He also makes it a point to introduce himself to as many people as possible, even if it makes him look like an attention-hogging weirdo. He is also very open to everyone and their opinion, and doesn't mind listening to them. Sometimes, this lack of choosing friends firmly has gotten him in trouble with his other friends. Sometimes he has had to choose, whether or not he likes it. He is also fairly easy to manipulate.
ℓικɛƨ::
Parties, people, ice cream, warm days, swimming
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ::
Homework, choices, misspelled words, and lizards.
ρяσƨ::
Being friendly
Making friends
Hitting things with things. (Really. He's very good at archery and other sports because he can hit things with other things.)
ғℓαωƨ::
Not being naive
Flirting
Anything that involves wheels. (Biking, skateboarding, driving.)
ρнσвιαƨ::
Crashing in a car and dying.
Small, closed spaces. As long as there is a way out, he is fine.
|| αρρɛяɛиcɛ ||

hαιя cσℓσя:
Medium Blonde
ɛʏɛ cσℓσя:
Light blue
sκιи cσℓσя:
Lightly tanned. the basic tan that is possible from normal running around town without wearing sunscreen.
hɛιɢнт:
5'10"
wɛιɢнт:
About 165
exтяα:
Nope.

((Tara's done, Nathaniel needs finishing.))

[especially me]

ғʋℓℓ ∂ɛƨcяιρтισи::Kat stands at around five foot eight and is very slender. She is curvy and slim, but as well as that she has muscle although it doesn't show. She is strong and fit, always keeping healthy. Kat has an heart-shaped face, often framed on one side by her side-fringe, which falls into one eye. Her hair is a deep brown and light auburn colour, seeming to change tones in different light. Her eyes are a dazzling, ocean blue most often, although in certain lights they sparkle with flecks of sapphire and turquoise blue. They sparkle when she laughs and is happy, seem to glimmer when she gets an idea and glint when she is at her most devious. When she is angry though, they dance with flame and her pupils reduce, revealing more of the wonderful blue. The colour seems to pale when she is upset and at times they can potray no emotion at all; blank like her face when she wants no one to know. However all the time, they are filled with secrets and look at you in the manner that suggests, she knows something which you don't. She has a demanour which speaks of mystery, secrets, intelligence and confidence. Her eyebrows are dark like her hair and an average size, sometimes arched perfectly, sometimes in their normal position. Kat has long, black eyelashes which frame her emotive eyes perfectly, making them seem bigger then they truly are. Her nose is thin and almost 'petite' in a way and set exactly in the centre of her face; her eyes set evenly apart from it. Her lips are almost full and a dark pinkish colour almost naturally tinged by red. They can produce a dazzling smile, or a short, fake one that "peirces the heart." Her neck is long and slender, like her legs and a choker can often be found wrapped round it. Kat's shoulders are strong, but not broad and often help her keep silent with their shrugs. Her nails are often mixmatched, some long and pedicured other's chewed down and different lengths. Her bust is reasonable and that with her "swim-suit" body does attract a certain amount of male attention. Her legs are long and slender and are usually encase in skinny jeans which make them longer than they already are. Small scars, bruises and scratches can often be found around her body from her childhood and more recent ones from her mad escapades.

|| ιмρσятαит ιиғσ ||

иαмɛ:: Katiana Georgie Smith
αɢɛ:: 18
∂αтɛ σғ вιятн:: 1st April
ɢɛи∂ɛя:: Female
нιƨтσяʏ:: Kat grew up in Somerset (but she was born in Hertfordshire and lived there for four years) with her uncle, after her dad went missing when she was three and her mum died of a heart attack when she was four. She was beaten several times and verbally abused every day. Her Uncle was a drunk and would often forget to feed her but not forget to punish her for what? Exactly; nothing! She tried to protect herself but being only 7 she would mostly just have to take the brunt. Then she gave an anonymous call to social workers when she was 12 hoping they would come and get her out. They did, her Uncle was given a 3 year sentence but a year into it he was stabbed in a riot, Kat forgot about his funeral. She was adopted by a African-family and moved to Africa to live with them, but when she was 15 they sent her back because of her behaviour and she didn't get fostered again. She boarded at a hostel for a while, before moving and sharing a flat with a friend. She soon had enough money to buy her own place and she did, a small bungalow in the countryside. She completed college and started painting.

|| яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ ||

мσтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
Jenny Rachel Hatt - Biological - Dead; car crash; murder
Isabelle Jacks - Adopted - Dead; murder
Kelly Jones - Foster - Alive
Opal Yuit - Foster - Alive
Yaseerah Ebrahim - Foster - Alive
ғαтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
James Smith - Biological - Dead; car crash; murder
Tony Jones - Foster - Alive
Chris Yuit - Foster - Alive
Nathan Ebrahim - Foster - Alive
ƨιвℓιиɢƨ::
Unborn sister - Dead; car crash
Mitchell Jones - Foster Brother - Alive
Lauren Jones - Foster Sister - Alive
Tia Yuit - Foster Sister - Alive
Imasha Ebrahim - Foster Sister - Alive
Ria Ebrahim - Foster Sister - Alive
Jaron Ebrahim - Foster Brother - Alive
Jade Ebrahim - Foster Sister - Alive
Rozhina Ebrahim - Foster Sister - Alive
∂ιƨтαит κιи::
Mike Smith - Uncle - Dead; stabbed
Angel Smith - Aunt - Dead; cancer
Duke Smith - Granfather - Dead
Julie Smith - Grandmother - Dead
Irene Hatt - Grandmother - Dead
Steve Hatt - Grandfather - Dead
cяʋƨн:: Not at the moment!
вσʏғяιɛи∂ / ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂:: Looking!
ƨɛϰʋαℓ σяιɛитαтισи:: Straight
cнιℓ∂яɛи:: Nope.

|| тяαιтƨ ||

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:: Looking at Kat from a distance, you'd think she was a happy-go-lucky, careless 'chick'. She is from one perspective, but from another, it's a different person. Up close Kat is both of those things, but not in that way. She take life by the reins, always trying to get the best out of it seeing as she knows it isn't always going to be luxury, but she never gives up hope that she may one day catch a glimpse into the life of the rich; who never seem to be sad. But she is also serious and clever, always making sure things will go smoothly.
Kat can be gentle and kind, trying to help others and give advice. However she does also keep her self, to her self at times, usually she'd just slip out of the 'spotlight' and take a moment to herself, so she can relish in it. No one could ever say she had a heart of gold though -who does?- because she can also be sly and sneaky, she grew up in lies, was taught in lies, in her childhood the only true thing was this is hell on earth, but I'll get through it. Words often repeated in her head at night when she could be herself.
Having lived in Africa for only two years, people would think she hadn't changed from the quiet, shy girl in dreary Somerset. But she had, has. Some people even mistake her for have grown up there. This is because, she is so light-hearted and free in the grasslands. She can be herself and not have to always put on an act. She has an 'air' about her that make people happy; her laugh is contagious and she always does try to lighten the atmosphere, not wanting to let it sink back to how she knew it. Kat even looks wild when in grasslands, she doesn't attend to herself like most tourists would, washing at every available place, wearing sun-cream, in fact she does exactly opposite of what every tour book, guide and safari company says. She loves nature and always tries as hard as she can to 'lose' her self in it, but not as the normal word portrays. She goes bare-foot, wearing a straw hat made for her by one of the village's lady, a ripped, ragged dress/top with naturally frayed short-shorts. Kat immerses herself with the animals and on late nights when the other's are around the campfire or in their tents she slip off to a near-by lake or hill and watch the animals, admiring them. Sometimes -it's happened once before- one might approach her and even let her touch it.
Kat like lot's of girls is stubborn, but not opinionated, although she has many opinions of her own, that no one has ever been able to alter. She can also be sarcastic and sly, although that is hidden very deep, along with her other face;
However, everyone has two-sides but Kat's very good at hiding her's. Kat can also be quiet, shy, staying out of the spotlight and even, only rarely straying into the lime light. Her romantic life has never really been there but over the years she has managed to become a romantic, watching many soppy films and crying over sadly-ending love stories. But she's not soppy, Kat has never been soppy in her life, but she can be sensitive and like everyone she can cry.
ℓικɛƨ:: Kat likes art and painting; she loves the fact she can create her own beautiful world with just some paints, paper and brushes, just like imagination which she loves as well. She also likes photography, singing, dancing, writing, reading and nature.
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ:: Kat's dislikes could hardly fill a page of a book, she finds it hard to dislike things! But she does dislike people who think they're the best, people who take more than they need and poverty for others.
ρяσƨ:: Kats' greatest strengths are climbing after many childhood weekends spent hiding up trees from her adoptive older sister and her mates and of course running, for the same reasons. She's also a good artist, since she often has a lot of time on her hands and the African landscaped with it's untouched (by humans) scenes, wildlife and it's beauty it's a picture just waiting to be put onto a canvas. Because of her childhood, she is also an excellent liar, spy and general sneak.
ғℓαωƨ:: One of Kat's greatest weakness's is how sarcastic she can be; sometimes, she is too sarcastic and she has lost friends in the past because of it. Another weakness is that her eye sight is none to brilliant and distance things are often blurry. Her dreams, they haunt her; so to say she can never forget them, they always come back in daylight, whether good or bad.
ρнσвιαƨ:: Her fears are; Being beaten, solitude, death, nightmares, sharks and clowns

|| αρρɛяɛиcɛ ||

hαιя cσℓσя: Thick, wavy, deep-brown hair that sometimes seems to be a very light auburn colour.
ɛʏɛ cσℓσя: Her eyes are a deep, blue.
sκιи cσℓσя: Her skin is lightly tanned as if she had just spent a week sunbathing on the beach in France, Italy or Spain.
hɛιɢнт: 5'8
wɛιɢнт: 103
exтяα: Her ears are peirced in the normal place.

{Done!}

[Trick;]

{I'm done~}

[RαrєHuskíєs]

(( Finished Maya's Form :3 ))

[Lennie]

[[ goodness, I got to this quite late didn't I? D:
I know that male characters are needed, but would you mind if I made a male and female? though, I know that won't do much at all too even the genders... >____>
/feels selfish/ ]]

ғʋℓℓ ∂ɛƨcяιρтισи::

|| ιмρσятαит ιиғσ ||

иαмɛ::
sawyer annalise thea
αɢɛ::
eighteen years
∂αтɛ σғ вιятн::
february fourteenth
ɢɛи∂ɛя::
female
нιƨтσяʏ::
Born on a chilly Valentine's day morning in the gorgeous city of Paris, France, Sawyer was born as the eldest child in a family with a loving father and a careless mother she was to be the eldest in a group consisting of three siblings including herself. Her two siblings were to be eight years younger than her, being fraternal twins born in mid July. She grew up in France with her family, often enjoying her simple life as she grew to love a handful of things in her life more than others. She enjoyed books- to both read and write them- as well as to take photographs, spend time in nature, and of course to swim. Her father intended for her to have the best education that she could have, and she managed to learn French of course, as well as English and Italian. She had moved to America at the age of sixteen on her own on the behest of her father, and she moved to a handful of areas among which were Boston, New York, Seattle, and California staying at each place for up to three months. Her travels were funded by her father.

|| яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ ||

мσтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
juliet annmarie
ғαтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
arthur gregory
ƨιвℓιиɢƨ::
twins-- philippe carlio, rebecca leeann {age 10}
∂ιƨтαит κιи::
father's side of family--
uncle robert james baccartio
grandfather frederich roberts {deceased}
grandmother alianna st. marie {deceased}
mother's side of family--
grandfather george peters beautio
grandmother juliann lily mariarti
cяʋƨн::
open.
вσʏғяιɛи∂ / ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂::
"I wouldn't mind one..."
ƨɛϰʋαℓ σяιɛитαтισи::
heterosexual | straight
cнιℓ∂яɛи::
none...

|| тяαιтƨ ||

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ::
I can't explain my sorrow, my pain, or fear but I manage a brave smile, and listen to others complaints.

Sawyer is the type with a personality which seems to represent a double edged sword. One moment, she may seem like the sweetest, most innocent young girl one could ever meet, and within the next, she could be a sarcastic and cynical person with a charm as sweet as a venomous snake. Often, she reveals herself as quite outgoing, and a complete extrovert in the way that she acts. She talks quite a bit, though she can tell if a time comes when she needs to silence herself and say little to nothing. Talkative though she is, and social though she may seem, Sawyer has few friends, though it may be because she hides her emotional detachment to things through merely talking about anything but how she feels.

Her emotional detachment to people reveals her as a person who enjoys being social, yet she dislikes talking about how she feels, her complaints, or even her joys with others for fear of being a burden to others through what she may say. So, she highly values opinions of others, but she tries not to let it change who she is. She sheds few tears, shouts seldom, and complains even less. The only true emotion that she allows herself to express are joy, humor, and an occasional note of fear. When she faces her fears however, it's often done with a brave face, even if she's screaming within herself out of fear or maybe sorrow. Some fears she's never faced, and in some ways she intends to leave it that way. But most of those fears are ones that can never be calmed, but then again, everyone has their own fears. Just as every person have their own mind, personality, and each are their own unique being.

Now, as stated, in subject to friendships, Sawyer has trouble as most people can't understand what it is that causes her personality to subtly change. Often times such changes are triggered by something even as simple as being insulted or maybe harmed either mentally or physically. It's often a short outburst, but depending on what the emotion to come is, she can control it even a little. This amount of control gives her enough confidence, but she knows, just do all others who've known her well, that such an outburst is caused because of her lacking ability to naturally express her emotions. Now, the reason such things happen are because though she enjoys listening to the problems and commentations of others, she dislikes speaking about herself because for some odd reason she feels a pang of guilt and maybe even selfishness. It's wrong, and shouldn't exist in such a manner, but it does. It evens out within her though, because she enjoys listening to others, and occasionally giving them advice. In this sense, she handles other people's drama well, though she handles her own drama poorly.

She has fears of any romantic relationships, maybe because she feels as though it could come back to harm her somehow. But she still flirts a little, forms crushes as do most people, and has had a relationship or two even though they never truly lasted. She shrugs off most relationships though, but she's waiting for the guy who's willing to speak to her first, and attempt a relationship with her. Yet she knows that if she meets someone who she's willing to express her feelings to, then he's probably the one that she cares about considering that if she's willing to face the emotional stress of rejection from someone that she cares about, then he's the one worth the risk. The one that maybe, she loves.
ℓικɛƨ::
- curiosity
- adventure/ thrills.
-being herself
-being accepted for who she is
-flirting
-swimming
-reading | writing books
-listening to music
-getting others to laugh or smile
-rasberries
-one main painting; Starry Night-- Van Gogh
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ::
-being judged
-stereotypes against French people
-crude comments being made against her accent
-an inability to take jokes, on part of others
-finding herself as an occasional hypocrite
-her cat allergies
ρяσƨ::
-masking her fear with curiosity and humor
-listening to other's, and advising others at times
-being social and talkative
ғℓαωƨ::
-being unable to talk about her own emotions
-her ability to mask her fear from herself {it causes reckless activity at times}
-her inability to draw beyong general stick figures and shapes.
-how flustered she gets within romantic situations, or occasionally around guys.
-the fact that her flustering is reflected through her accent.
ρнσвιαƨ::
-spiders
-allergic reactions
-occasionally the dark
-lightning

|| αρρɛяɛиcɛ ||

hαιя cσℓσя:
a unique array of naturally highlighted brown, with a dark brown base color.
ɛʏɛ cσℓσя:
a striking crystal blue
sκιи cσℓσя:
a rather lightly tanned skin color, it tans more often than it burns
hɛιɢнт:
five foot nine
wɛιɢнт:
a light one hundred and fifteen pounds
exтяα:
average ear lobe piercings, with ring piercings to the outer side of both, diamond stud upon the upper lobe of her right ear and one crystal stud on the right side of her nose.

ғʋℓℓ ∂ɛƨcяιρтισи::

|| ιмρσятαит ιиғσ ||

иαмɛ::
maxwell victor marcks
αɢɛ::
eighteen years of age
∂αтɛ σғ вιятн::
september fourth
ɢɛи∂ɛя::
male
нιƨтσяʏ::
Born in the middle of the day on a warm September day, Maxwell was born as the only child of the Marcks family. His mother and father were both quite caring, and he had no family troubles until the age of twelve, when his aunt moved into the home. His aunt was a rather spoiled woman, having gone through two husband by the time she was 32, and she managed to gain a great deal of money out of both divorces. Yet when she came to the home, she claimed that Maxwell was spoiled, wasn't learning enough, and that he was insulting his parents behind their back. She claimed that his friends were bad influences, and that he went to a bad school. So, his father blindly believed her and transferred him to a private school, moved the family away from his friends, and attempted to gain full control of his son's life. His mother was the only person who believed that none of it was true. From time to time she would take him back to the town from which they moved and let him play with his friends without telling her husband, and she got away with it for three years. When Maxwell turned fifteen though, his mother was caught taking him out of school through a phonecall made to his home, and she and her husband began to argue about their son. The aunt continued to claim that Maxwell was at fault, and for a time had the father convinced that he needed to go to either a boarding school or a military academy. Sick of it, Maxwell kicked his aunt out one day when his father wasn't home, but when he returned home, he struck his son for the first time, and at that untimely moment his mother chose to file for divorce, taking Maxwell out of the home with her.

|| яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ ||

мσтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
anna sophia
ғαтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
tyler matthew
ƨιвℓιиɢƨ::
none.
∂ιƨтαит κιи::
father's side of the family--
aunt cecilia gratio
uncle xavier richards
grandfather christopher gratio
grandmother sheila andrea {deceased}
cousin {of Maxwell} christopher richards
mother's side of the family--
grandfather peter matthews
grandmother christina magio {deceased}
cяʋƨн::
no one yet.
вσʏғяιɛи∂ /ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂::
looking.
ƨɛϰʋαℓ σяιɛитαтισи::
heterosexual | straight
cнιℓ∂яɛи::
none...

|| тяαιтƨ ||

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ::
a smile can brighten a persons day, can make the simplest difference, and come back to alter yours.

if maxwell is found without even the slightest smile or grin, then something is the matter. he lives to make people smile, and if not a smile, then maybe laugh, even though the latter can be harder to achieve at times. an outgoing fellow, he spends a great deal of time among other people, for he can't stand to be alone. sometimes, that can make life harder than the life led by people who may enjoy being alone. yet he hardly ever is alone, so it makes little difference to him of course.

now another thing that some may consider to be the greatest characteristic of maxwell, is his urge to be incredibly unique or different, in every and any way possible. every given circumstance is handled in a different manner when taken on by him, but each time, the one thing expected to be noticed is a bright, sweet grin upon his face, each time. this characteristic is reflected in his acting as well, though the main reasoning behind his unique voice is his scottish accent, which impedes on his naturally melodic yet deep voice, creating a voice that is perfect in every manner; at least by maxwell's standards.

it's interesting, for outgoing though he may be, he still has trouble admitting his true feelings to anyone that he may hold emotions for, and he often has trouble admitting the one major, yet important statement; i love you.

he has no trouble trusting people, or at least that's the way that he makes it seem, showing himself in a bit of a false manner to hide his emotions and his true feelings from people even those who he cares about. he dislikes chatting about emotions, though maybe it's because he's a guy and for most guys to talk about themselves seems almost odd, but that's not to say that he doesn't mind doing so at times. but he just prefers to listen, and he does so well as he doesn't mind showing sympathy for people when they tell him a tragedy of any form. he's pleased that people can trust him, and his voice is often referred to as calming or soothing, so through just being there to listen, he makes quite a few good friends.
yet many people have trouble believing that Maxwell could ever be so serious as to listen long enough without making a person's life struggles his own personal joke, but the few who do believe him to be serious, learn who Maxwell truly is.
ℓικɛƨ::
- making others smile or laugh
- spending time with those he cares about
- being free to be comedic without judgement
- being himself
- talking with others, often times too much
- whistling, though it annoys others at times
- being optimistic
- music
-playing piano, drums more though.
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ::
- country music
- being counted as annoying or judged before people know him
- true pessimists
- drunks
- those who care only about themselves
- being told that no one will ever find him likeable
- being told that he's never funny, and people only smile out of sympathy.
ρяσƨ::
-making others smile or laugh
-reflecting optimism in his actions
-playing piano and drums
ғℓαωƨ::
-getting people to take him seriously
-dealing with incredibly pessimistic people
ρнσвιαƨ::
-scorpions
-millipedes {the giant ones}

|| αρρɛяɛиcɛ ||

hαιя cσℓσя:
his hair was a natural light brown, but he dyed it a faint blonde at one point, and it grew out. at this point his hair seems to gently fade from his natural light brown to faint blonde at the ends.
ɛʏɛ cσℓσя:
grey-green that seem to twinkle with laughter
sκιи cσℓσя:
a lightly tanned skin tone, Maxwell tans rather easily.
hɛιɢнт:
six foot one
wɛιɢнт:
one hundred and forty five pounds
exтяα:
one metallic stud in the lower lobe of his right ear as well as metal stud snake bites on his lower lip, he also has this tattoo on his left shoulder.

[MBRShorse]

(This looks awesome! Can I reserve a female spot?)

[abandoned.]

Haha is this still accepting? If it is I'll be making a male and female :3 if I join...thinking about it

[MBRShorse]

Veroncia Miles is a rocker chick. Her tall, thin body is always clad with skinny jeans and a rocking vest of some sort. Her blonde hair hangs down her back, contrasting nicely with any black she might be wearing. This girl loves to dance and let the music fill her soul. But behind her eyes is a looming wall of tears, but she never lets it crumble; she is having too much fun for that.

|| ιмρσятαит ιиғσ ||

иαмɛ:: Veronica Miles
αɢɛ:: 18
∂αтɛ σғ вιятн:: April 9th, 1993
ɢɛи∂ɛя:: Female
нιƨтσяʏ:: Veroncia was born and raised in the city of Chicago. Her family lived in a small apartment near the L, thus the rumbling of the train became the soundtrack of her childhood. Things weren't horrible when it came to family life. Money was short, so Veronica never had the pretty things other little girls had, but she did always have her family. Even though her older brother of three years, Dylan, would taunt her, they always came together peacefully on Wednesday, which was family night. Her father was always cheerful, and her mother was downright funny. Sure, life was dirty, often hungry, but there was always happiness,for a awhile, at least.

When Dylan went to high school, he started getting into trouble. He began to hang around the wrong crowd and come home late at night. Drugs soon followed and the family began to fall apart. Veronica's world came crumpling down, which was a hard thing to handle when she was trying to deal with the mean girls and changes in her body. Matters only got worse when her parents began to argue. All the happiness of Wednesday nights were gone. And when Dylan died of an over-dose, it was all over. Veronica lost her will to live as well.

Aunt Denise showed up at Veroncia's house one day. It was a shock since Denise and Alexandra hadn't spoken in years. She had heard about the horrible things that were happening and she wanted to save her niece from the chaos. After much arguing, she got her way. She whisked away Veronica to her fine, country home and began sending her to a fancy private school. Her parents soon divorced after she left. Veronica now had all the pretty things all the other girls had, but her family was gone.

|| яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ ||

мσтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ:: Alexandra Miles-Divorced
ғαтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ:: Jeffery Miles-Divorced
ƨιвℓιиɢƨ:: Dylan Miles-Older brother-Dead
∂ιƨтαит κιи:: Denise Wellington-Aunt-Current Guardian
cяʋƨн:: None...at the moment.
вσʏғяιɛи∂ / ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂:: Single
ƨɛϰʋαℓ σяιɛитαтισи:: Straight
cнιℓ∂яɛи:: Um, no.

|| тяαιтƨ ||

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:: Veronica doesn't care anymore, and her personality reflects this. She will talk to anyone, no matter who they are or what they are doing. She parties like there is no tomorrow and can dance like no other. Her humor is rather dark and her sarcasm caustic. But there is a lurking sadness in her blue eyes, though, but she will never show it. She is having too much fun for sadness.
ℓικɛƨ:: Dancing, music, drawing
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ:: Drugs, snobs, the color yellow
ρяσƨ:: Veronica is a marvelous dancer (but not like ballet, or anything) and she has a knack for drawing
ғℓαωƨ:: She is bad at showing her true emotions, but who isn't? She also can't sing for the life of her.
ρнσвιαƨ:: She is afraid of the dark

|| αρρɛяɛиcɛ ||

hαιя cσℓσя: Blonde
ɛʏɛ cσℓσя: Blue
sκιи cσℓσя: Pale
hɛιɢнт: 5'10"
wɛιɢнт: 137lbs
exтяα: She has three lope piercings on both ears, and a helix piercing on her left ear. SHe also has a nose stud.

[CoffeeAddict]

{Wow the response to this is amazing! @especially me @wickedwolfgirl, and @Lennie (of course) all of your characters have been accepted. @Lennie I'm not quite sure how many females we currently have/how many spots are open due to the fact that the front page hasn't been updated because Autumn had to leave and I've been away at work so I'm going to have to say your female is on hold but your male has most definitely been accepted.
@Pie220 I don't think there are any female spots left but you are welcome to make a male!
@MBRShorse again I don't know if there are any female spots available. Pie220 does get a female spot before you do because they asked first but if there are any more spots open, you will be accepted.

@all, thanks for joining it's much appreciated. If any of you know someone who doesn't mind playing male characters it would be great if you could pm them and ask if they would be interrested. We cannot start until all the male spots are filled due to the fact that this RP does rely on partnering. Although i have noticed a few bi-sexual characters so if it would be possible we could always pair them up. This would only be if absolutely necessary though. }

[Trick;]

{I was one of the spots reserved {I think, not exactly sure. But I asked when there was only about 4 spots reserved}, I can quote my form and 'reserve spot' request, if you want me to.}