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Theo || Male || Normal || Alex

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му ηαмє ιѕ Theodore Remus Zimmerman.
ι ρяєfєя тσ вє cαllє∂ Theo. No need to say my full name.
ι αм α guy, I guess.
ι αм α student.
ι αм eighteen-years-old.
ι lινє in a much-too-small apartment around a shady neighborhood.

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ι нανє black нαιя тнαт ιѕ always a tangled mess. I've stopped trying to manage it.
ι нανє tan-ish ѕкιη
му єуєѕ αяє really dark brown, with flecks of gold around my pupils.
ι υѕυαllу ωєαя baggy sweatshirts, ripped-up jeans, and a pair of ratty New Balances.
ωнαт нαѕ вєєη αddєd тσ му вσcу ιѕ a load of scars running up my arms.
ρєσρlє тнιηк ι lσσк like a piece of trash.

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ι gυєѕѕ тнαт ι αм тяυтнfυllу not very approachable. I never seem to be in a good mood, not even an "okay" mood. It's quite easy for me to assume that everyone thinks I'm worthless - which I am, of course - so I hang my head low and pretend not to notice any snickers or gagging noises. Most of the time, when a person tries to talk to me, I just growl or glare at them so that they'll leave me alone. I can usually tell when somebody is actually being sincere about enjoying my presence, mainly because their eyes don't look as cruel as the others'. Occasionally, I can tolerate the rare people who don't judge me.
му σяιєηтαтιση ιѕ straight, but who cares?
ι нανє α cяυѕн ση Alex αη∂ ωє αяє never going to be together.
му ѕєcяєт ιѕ that I almost killed my little sister, Rosie, when I was drunk.
ι αм нαυηтєd ву the guilt of coming so close to taking away a life. Rosie torments me in both dreams and reality with those sad brown eyes of hers. I can't look at her without cringing anymore; she wishes me to die, and I can feel it. In my dreams, she hands me a Jack Daniels bottle and says, "You're the man of the house, Theo. It's your call." I'm forced to hit her with the bottle, but she never dies. Rosie's usually sitting on my bed when I wake up from my nightmares.
му тαlєηтѕ ιηclυdє playing the harmonica and sketching, but I seldom do either.
му ρlαηѕ fσя тнє ƒυтυяє αяє saving up some cash and hitch-hiking around for the rest of my life. It's not realistic, but it's still a dream of mine.
σтнєя? My dad left a little while before Rosie was born, so I'm in charge, basically. I'm too much of a loser to take care of my mother and sister, and I don't try, either. Wake.

Camrose || Female || Catcher || Nobody

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му ηαмє ιѕ Camrose Austen Gray. My mother grew up in a city called Camrose, so I guess that's where my name comes from.
ι ρяєfєя тσ вє cαllє∂ Camrose. I like my name just the way it is.
ι αм α female, if you haven't noticed yet.
ι αм α catcher.
ι αм nineteen-years-old.
ι lινє in a beautiful house with a little orchard and a swimming pool out back. Inheritance can take you pretty far, I suppose, but it's lonely with just my mother and me here.

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ι нανє auburn нαιя тнαт ιѕ a tad past shoulder-length. I usually keep the waves tied back in a ribbon and under a knit cap.
ι нανє fair ѕкιη
му єуєѕ αяє foggy gray, and I swear that I see pinches of red in them sometimes.
ι υѕυαllу ωєαя winter scarves and knit caps with cardigans and simple dresses. Regardless of what I wear, I must have a pair of Jack Purcell Converses on, or I don't feel complete.
ωнαт нαѕ вєєη αddєd тσ му вσcу ιѕ a tattoo on my left forearm that says, "I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can't touch with decay..." It's part of a Bob Dylan quote.
ρєσρlє тнιηк ι lσσк kind of pretty, but mostly stuck-up.

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ι gυєѕѕ тнαт ι αм тяυтнfυllу antisocial. I don't interact with people very well and frequently come off as a snob. It's not that I think everyone's below me; I just lack an understanding of how most people think, so I can't be seen as normal. My mother having inherited a huge chunk of cash doesn't exactly help my case, either. It can be said that I'm distant. I mean, the only people that I truly feel comfortable talking to are my mother and the characters that I approach in the books I read, which are many. I find it interesting to have the illusion of having book characters in my control, especially when they die. Kind of like it's my choice when something happens, so unlike my reality. Trust me, I wish I had the nerve to just go up to someone and kiss them or something insane like that, but I'm just not... normal enough. It's all in my head.
му σяιєηтαтιση ιѕ bisexual.
ι нανє α cяυѕн ση nobody αη∂ ωє αяє obviously in a non-existent relationship.
му ѕєcяєт ιѕ that my father cheated on my mother... with me. I guess that's why he painted the walls a while back.
ι αм нαυηтєd ву the dreams of everyone around me. Sure, my past isn't the greatest, but that doesn't really bother me. When I'm in a dream, I latch myself onto the people in them, even in the nightmares. I feel fantastic because I can pretend that I'm controlling the story and what happens to everyone in them. It feels like I'm a god, you know? I get chills, and I start cackling, sometimes screaming, depending on the dream I'm in. My mother doesn't like that. After the dreams are over, I feel vacant, drained. The after-part is what really haunts me.
му тαlєηтѕ ιηclυdє writing, whistling, and painting people from the dreams I inhabit.
му ρlαηѕ fσя тнє ƒυтυяє αяє moving back to my mother's Canadian hometown, expanding my education, and delving into politics. If I get the hang of talking to people, I could do great things in the future.
σтнєя? Wake.

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