|Once Upon a Time... Legends were just Legend|Accepting|

[TrebleMaker]

Your years of being called a kid are almost over. This is your last year to thrive under supervision, to follow set rules, and most importantly, to get into trouble with parent's. You are a senior in highschool, its your last semester. Everyone's talking about where the Senior's will go for their Senior Trip in the summer, so many arguements have broken out that all talk of the trip has been banned from the school. The teacher's have it planned out, and only the Senior's of the school know where they're going. And even then, they're only told on their way out the door to board a plan for the trip.
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As your plan touches the ground, you and a hand-full of others scrunch up by the window's to see the landscape. Snow is all around you, drifting through the air, piled in huge mounds by the pavement, covering cars left by turists, it's literally everywhere at once. The teacher's said something about skii-ing, so of course this makes perfect sense know. Once everyone is off the plane you follow a map to the waiting area to look for someone by the last name of 'Davisky'. A middle aged women is holding a sign that says 'Welcome Seniors!', this is Mrs. Davisky. The journey starts there as she fills the group of 10 seniors in on what they will be doing there. She also says something about a tale and myth of some sort of ghostly animal living in the woods.
You all blow it off, laugh at the tale and just keep listening to her. On the drive home, you hear wierd noises and high-pitched squeals and howls. They aren't wolves or coyote's though, the sounds are too high. The bus suddenly lets out a spitting sound and comes to a stop. After piling out of the bus, someone comes up with the bright idea to explore the woods. You get lost, unable to tell where you are. The dark woods makes the trees all look the same. Every turn looks the same, until you stumble upon a cave... A cave that has voices coming from inside the mouth of it. Mrs. Davisky's story filters into your thoughts, softly reminding you of all the warning signs.
No one would ever imagine what she said would be true...

[TrebleMaker]

Rules && Info

• Semi-literate
Try and have a good sized paragraph {7-9 lines}, though if you have writers block I understand.

• No arguing in ooc, use {[( )]}'s When in ooc
Please, don't argue when you aren't role-playing. Also, when you are out of character, use some sort of symbol or something to let us know you are no longer role-playing for the moment.

• Ages
As this role-play is only having Seniors in highschool, ages will be from 17-19, no younger no older.

• You may * out cursing
This is not mandatory, I tend not to care and most the time just say the complete word. You may **** it out if you want to though.

• Timeskipping
I ask you to refrain from time-skips of any sort, Romantic or otherwise needed, I ask that you do not let anything get so far as that you need to skip over it.

• Other Info
All Tess's rules apply, Please don't break any of my own rules, yada yada, yadah. You may use your own form though I'd like for everyone to use mine. Romance is encouraged, just doesn't need to be the main plot line, don't go to far with it. No 'druggies' or 'hipsters' in this role-play please.

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[left]--- Simple Facts[/left]

NAME:
[i]Name Here[/i]
AGE:
[i]Age Here[/i]
GENDER:
[i]Gender Here[/i]
NICKNAME:
[i]Nickname's here[/i]

[left]--- On The Outside[/left]

HAIR COLOR:
[i]Hair Color Here[/i]
EYE COLOR:
[i]Eye color here[/i]
HEIGHT:
[i]Height here[/i]
WEIGHT:
[i]Weight here[/i]
BODY MODIFICATIONS:
[i]Tattoo's, Birthmarks / Piercings here[/i]
CLOTHING SYLE:
[i]Clothes he/she wears[/i]

[left]--- Within The Soul[/left]

PERSONALITY:
[i]Personality here[/i]
HISTORY:
[i]History here[/i]
SEXUALITY:
[i]Straight, Bi, ect.[/i]
DISEASES:
[i]Any diseases he/she has put here[/i]
HOBBIES:
[i]Hobbies here[/i]
PHOBIAS:
[i]Fears/Phobias here[/i]

[TrebleMaker]

Characters

Alec McGuel | 19 | Page 1

Ari Sommerten | 18 | Page 1

Jace Hunt | 17 | Page 1

Scarlet Blake | 17 | Page 2

Ant Corbin | 18 | Page 1

Tessa Reinheart | 17 | Page 2

[TrebleMaker]

•|☁|•

{ Alexander } { The Quiet One } { Nineteen }

--- Simple Facts

NAME:
Alexander McGuel
AGE:
Nineteen
GENDER:
Male
NICKNAME:
Generally goes by whatever people calls him, though likes Alec out of all the nicknames.

--- On The Outside

HAIR COLOR:
A golden wheat looking color with streaks of natural highlights in it. There is also a single strand thats been dyed snow white, that lock of hair generally is somewhere on his forehead.
EYE COLOR:
His eyes can change color's, regularly though they are grey or Amber with green flecks.
HEIGHT:
Six foot, two inches.
WEIGHT:
Around 175-180, his weight tends to vary every few months though its mostly muscle due to his build.
BODY MODIFICATIONS:
Alec's got the two snake bites as shown in an above picture, but he also has his left ear peirced. Its the same side as the other peircings. Apart from those things, he also has a very minute tattoo of a flaming halo on his right bicep. By minute I mean very, very small. It can be covered up with the tip of ones finger.
CLOTHING SYLE:
Some sort of T-shirt that has a design across the front. Typically it's just a plain shirt that's got music notes scattered across it, paired with some worn, dark wash pants. Whats on his feet are usually Nike sneakers, he tends to stay away from sandles and flipflops.

--- Within The Soul

PERSONALITY:
Cold; He can seem cold hearted, and not in the least bit caring. Well, that is because he can be that way when he wants to. You have to work your way into his heart, then he'll take his time to notice you, say 'hey', or simply nodd in your direction. Whether you deside Alec is a friend worth having or not, he'll be there if you need him. Just give a shout out, and he will work his way over to you. Being cold is something he is good at, and if you aren't a friend, prepare for the cold shoulder, the life-less gaze, or him even just simply ignoring you.

Loner; Alec's had his fair share of friends, and they all turned out to be back stabbers who ditched him when they found you he actually cared about what happened to them. Harsh huh? From that, he has learned to be a loner, spending hours avoiding people, and the freakishly friendly people who somehow make it their task to see him through what they think is him, 'being anti-social'. Truth is, if you leave him alone, you really are just doing yourself a favour. Stick around if you want, and he might open up to you a little. Share some things he knows, but it'll take quite some time. He is use to being alone, and he prefers it that way.

Softy; If you manage to work your way into his mind, you can also change what Alec wants to do. Tell him to not do something, and he might probe on it for a little while, just to make you mad, but if you really do get mad, he'll shut up about it and keep quiet until you simmer down. Many people can sway his thinking, get him to do something he normally wouldn't do. Like play pranks, something Alec learned he enjoyed after pulling a pretty major one on someone.

Hesitant; After many trial and errors, he is pretty hesitant to lots of things. Don't let him around something he fears, he likes to face them, even if they are very hard to get over. Pain. Fear of pain makes him hesitant, but then he'll plow through and get it down and over with, no matter how badly it hurts. If he doesn't want to do something, he'll hesitate, and you can pretty much be sure he doesn't want to do it. The way he shows his hesitation isn't by pausing, it's by occupying himself. Not by walking or pacing, but by speaking. You get him talking when he's scared, and he can't stop until he's gotten over his fright. Meaning, he has some pretty intense ways of getting through silence.
When he is silent and hesitating, it's because he is at war with himself. It's when he is in his deepest thought, right before something happens that he know he shouldn't be doing.

Easily Angered; Oh yeah, Alec is the king of anger. Almost anything can tick him off, and then you've blown it. Any friendship you had? Forget about it. He'll ignore you for at least two weeks, maybe more. If you really get him mad, he'll yell- something he doesn't do often, and argue about it. Now, if you want to really upset him, talk about his older sister. Just the slightest hint towards her, and you better find a hole to crawl into and fast. It's a time when he won't hesitate to turn and fight you off his case. He doesn't hide the fact that the two of them didn't get along very well, and that he was the reason why she is around anymore. Just don't rub it in his face.

Sarcastic; Who doesn't have a little humorous side to them? Alex just sees humor as . . . Well, as being sarcastic. If you manage to crack a smile on his face, you have a right to feel proud. You know, unless you're a close friend, then he'll smile and laugh like an actual normal person. Sarcasm is fluent, and it slides right off his tongue, generally before he can stop it.
HISTORY:
Alec's life was pretty average to start off with. He had friends and family surrounding him every time he turned around. The only thing wrong with him that his parents could see was that he had a streak of rebellion in him that they couldn't get rid of. His sister and him though, they were a different story. The two faught like cats and dogs, rainclouds colliding, or trees tumbling. In other words, they faught with a bang. No one really cared if they argued or yelled at each other, just so long as they weren't harming anything or anyone. From Alec's point of view, Izzy just didn't get his personality.
One day they were fighting before school. Constantly tossing harsh words at the other that they didn't mean. Alec remembers the day clearly, though the details are a bit fuzzy. He had stuck his head out the door before she could get on the bus. When she tried to yell something at him, he countered back with a threat. A large one. One that would harm her if she did something. Of course he didn't mean it at all, but his sister took it to her heart apparently. When he arrived home from school that day, he was surprised in a very good way to find that she was gone. At first he was happy as a child given a toy, all he wanted to do was brag to everyone about how he'd made his sister disippear. When his parent's came home from the store, they found their son in a great mood and their precious daughter gone. They called the police to report a missing person and left before Alec could even get a word out. He was starting to doubt his idea then. Surely it wasn't that big of a deal of Izzy didn't show her face for the day, right?
Everyone questioned him, tried to pry and poke him into spilling what he knew about his sisters dissipearance. For three months they tried without success to get him to talk about her. After the fourth month when someone snapped at him, he blew his top. He yelled and screamed and threw a fit over it all. Of course his parent's were embarrased because their son was throwing a hissy fit, so they locked him in the room for the night.
The next day when they tried to get him to talk, he refused. Didn't say a single word. They figured it was because of the night before and left him alone. It took them two years to realize that their son hadn't spoken sense that tantrum. He was sent to a counselor to 'try and help him get over his sister's loss'. In the sessions he would just sit there and stare at the wall, completely ignoring what the women was trying to say to him. By this point he was disgusted with himself, he had been ten when the event had happened, and now here he was. Twelve years old, and seeing a counselor about his 'problems with grief'. Another two years passed, he turned fourteen. His parent's pulled him out of counseling and sent him to boarding school, and military school during the summer. Every camp and shool they sent him to he came home with flying colors, yet he didn't have to say a word. When he was sixteen years old, he walked in on his parent's yelling and arguing with each other. It was about him, and about izzy. They were blaming each other for her dissipearance and for why he was like this, not talking to them sense he was ten. Alec had tried to breeze past them to get to his room and only got yelled at instead. Every day of his life hew as getting yelled at so it was nothing new. They told him that he needed to tell them why he wouldn't speak, which was just ironic to him, and that they needed to know what he knew about Izzy. His father just kept pressuring him about everything, his life, his grades-which were all A's- about his school, why he wouldn't talk, Alec just had enough of it all. He started yelling. He told them it was his fault Izzy didn't come home, and it was all his fault. It only made them yell more at him. Their yelling only made him feel worse and he all but ran upstairs and into his room. From there he slipped out his window and clambered onto the roof. He stayed there for a full day, refusing to talk, eat, drink, or even move.
After a year he was still high-strung, and his grade's were slipping from him staying up late and getting up with the sun to avoid his parent's arguing. Teacher's got concerned and try to talk to him, he would just snap and start yelling instead of keeping his temper. They sent him to anger management to try and help him out. The only thing that resulted in was Alec yelling full-on with the teacher about how this whole 'life' thing wasn't fair. To his surprise he actually enjoyed going after a while, and it got to the point where if he started to loose his temper in class he would just go on down to her office and sit there. For a while it worked, until his parent's started getting calls about how he was skipping classes for 'some unknown reason'. They started to argue and yell at him about it. Alec only left home and sat outside the school, trying to think of how he could get his parent's to love him like before. Before this whole mess had started. That was the year he got the snake bits, the peircing, and the tattoo on his arm. He stopped talking again and has kept up with his vow to never talk to anyone again for eight months. Even with the Senior trip coming up he still refuses to talk.
SEXUALITY:
The Typical straight guy, though he's curious as to what makes people like the same gender.
DISEASES:
He had Asthma as a kid and has outgrown it now. Also, he is fully color-blind. His world is shades of greys, blacks, and whites, he can see textures much better then some normally would because of this.
HOBBIES:
Skate boarding and Track are his two main sports/hobbies. The two rule his life, except every once in a while he likes to disippear with a good book and read for a little while.
PHOBIAS:
Alec can act as tough as he wants to, but seeing his own blood freaks him out. Anyone else's he is perfectly okay with, but at the sight of his blood he'll get light headed and dizzy.

[Rainy Days]

((I have my own sharrie sheet. It's long, like yours, and kinda the same. Maybe a little longer, though.... X3))

((Just, you know, without the cat ears.))

---Ƭнɛ βαƨιcƨ

Иame::

Jace Hunt

Иickname(s)::

Is Jace that hard to say?

Δge::

17

Ǥender::

Male

---Ѧιяяσя Ѧιяяσя Ѳи Ƭнɛ Ɯαℓℓ

Ħair Color::

Blonde/White. His hair isn't wild, but he can't make it do what he wants it to do. ... As if he even tries.

Єye Color::

Brass brown. Sometimes they go darker or brighter when his emotion changes (only way to tell when he's mad).

Ħeight::

Exactly six feet.

Ɯeight::

About 167 - 175. Been a while sense he last cared.

βody Modifications:

Not really. He doesn't see why he would, as he really doesn't see.

Ɔlothing::

He normally wears a plain black shirt, with a white zip-up jacket over it, and black jeans. His footwear is really just white socks and black tennis shoes. And a black violin case. A gold necklace with a pendant that can open. Yeah, a lot of black and white...

---Ɩ Δм Ѧʏ Ѳωи

Ƥersonality::

Thoughtful, intelligent, quiet, a little shy, calm, loyal, trustworthy, kind, and sweet.
Jace isn't like other boys his age. Instead of acting on impulse, like most boys, he thinks things through, weighing the pros and cons of each situation. It also helps the fact that he's smarter then the average person. He finds it easy to understand things quicker then most, and can keep the information locked in his head.
He doesn't talk much. Most of the time, he remains silent, listening closely to everything going on around him rather then talking. When people try to pull him into conversation, he still won't say much unless really interested. Even then, he hesitates, and most believe it's due to a tad of shyness. Which is actually true.
Everyone who gets to know Jace think that he holds no anger or hatred whatsoever. If someone were to insult him, he would take it calmly and without comment. In almost any situation, he manages a calm facade.
Jace is one of the most loyal and trustworthy people you could ever get to know. Once you find a way to befriend him, he does all he can to "keep the bridge from breaking". He can also keep any manner of secrets, from things such as who you like to something terrible you've done in the past. He'll keep it safe, not telling it to anyone, even if it costs his own life.
Many people learn that Jace is a kind hearted, sweet boy. He would never try to hurt anyone's feelings (... almost never), and he does his best to preserve a good mood, which is kinda hard, as he doesn't talk much.
Jace might seem like the surprisingly perfect boy, but he isn't all good. Everyone's got a negative side, right? But you'll have to find his out on your own.

Likes::

✓ Any and all animals
✓ Chocolate
✓ Being around other people

Ɖislikes::

✗ High pitched sounds
✗ Being the center of attention; Best way to make him uncomfortable.

Ғears/Phobias::

Jace's biggest phobia is choking or suffocating. Just the thought of it terrifies him.

Δny Disabilities::

Well... he's kinda maybe a little a teeny bit totally blind completely.

---Ɯнαт Єℓƨɛ Ƨнσʋℓ∂ Ɩ Ƙиσω

Ƥarents::

His mother, Jolene Hunt. (Deceased)
His father, Dave Hunt.

Ƨiblings::

Older sister, Lilith
Older sister, Kiki
Younger sister, Mitzi
Younger sister, Mary

Ħistory::

Jace Hunt's life has been pretty simple at the beginning. Despite the fact he was blind, and because of it as well, it has been easy for him to make friends. He's also had two sisters, then four, to help him with things like homework and such. His four sisters have always doted on him, no matter how old he got, as they say he's a 'cute kid'. He was very happy, until the car crash.


Jace stared out the side window of the car, even though he couldn't see a thing. His mother sat in the drivers seat next to him, and he listened to her breath.
Then there was the squeal of tires, and the scream of metal against metal. Horns blared and glass shattered. Pain laced through his temples as he listened to his moms scream, and then nothing.
Through it all, Jace sat in a stunned silence, not entirely sure what just happened. He swallowed thickly, gripping the seat beneath him, and tried to speak. All that came out was a squeak.
"Hey, kid, you alright?"
"Unlock the door, we need to get him out of there."
"Sh*t. He's bleeding."
Slowly, Jace became aware of the voices around him, and the blaring of sirens. He also felt blood trickling down the side of his head. There was a soft click, and the door beside him was quickly opened. "Can you hear me?" A male voice asked as he reached over and unbuckled the seat belt.
Jace blinked as the owner of the voice scooped him up in their arms like he was a little kid. "M-my mom..." He murmured, unable to say anything else.
There was a short silence before the man spoke. "... She'll be alright. Can you stand?"
Slowly, Jace shook his head. "I... I don't think so. I wanna know how my mom is. Tell me now."
The voice sighed. "Listen, kid--"
"Jace."
"What?"
"My name is Jace." He felt the man shift him in his arms.
"I don't think she's gonna make it, Jace. That was a bad crash."
Jace stared blindly in front of him. "... Oh."


After the crash, he's gone more... quiet. Doesn't talk or laugh or smile as much as he used to.

Ƨexuality::

Eh. He's bisexual.

Ħobbies::

Uh... does music count? Cause he learned how to play the violin just by sound. He takes his violin EVERYWHERE.

[Rainy Days]

((Is he alright? Do I need to change anything?))

[TrebleMaker]

{ He's fine. ^^ Accepted too, by the way. Thanks for joining! }

[Rainy Days]

((X3 No prob. Can't wait for more peeps to join, cause I really wanna start.))

[average]

and there will come a time, you'll see,
with no more tears
and love will not break your heart,
but dismiss your fears.
get over your hill and see
what you find ~

{ ariel } { the british nerd } { eighteen }

--- ƨιмρℓɛ ғαcтƨ



NAME:
ariel trinity sommerten.
AGE:
eighteen.
GENDER:
female.
NICKNAME:
ari.


--- σи тнɛ σʋтƨι∂ɛ


HAIR COLOR:
Ari dyes her hair so much, she doesn't remember what color it is naturally anymore. The only way she knows that it used to be a caramel brown/blonde is from pictures from when she was younger. She likes to dye her hair different colors every one and a half months or so, always trying different colors; never satisfied. She used to dye her hair tons of different colors, like pink & blue, but then she went through a natural phase. Currently her hair is a dark brown, nearly black, but she plans to change it back to light pink again in a few days.
EYE COLOR:
her eyes are a simple brown. she doesn't have 'bright eyes with amazing color that are something you are drawn to', but brown. They don't have specks of any other color but brown, though the outer line of her eye is a deep dark brown, like chocolate, while the inside is more of a lighter shade.
HEIGHT:
5'4 feet ; 1.6 meters.
WEIGHT:
102 pounds ; 46.3 kilograms.
BODY MODIFICATIONS:
both ears pierced twice.
CLOTHING SYLE:
Ari is the kind of girl who has her own style. She loves to mix and match different styles & prints. Sometimes it's a total fluke, other times she makes it work. Either way, Ari always wear her style with confidence. She leans a lot toward florals, along with any patterned fabric. On a normal weekend, Ariel would normally browse little shops & vintage stores; she loved the old style, and wears anything from moccasins to poodle skirts.

--- ωιтнιи тнɛ ƨσʋℓ


PERSONALITY:
Ari is a very 'out-there' type of girl. She loves being outside, and though she definitely should not be considered athletic, she is outdoorsy. The last thing she would want is to be inside doing nothing. She enjoys reading, but why not take it outside? Ariel would never be able to handle rain, though. She loves any weather but rain; you can't do anything in it! After the rain is where she likes it - the puddles to splash in, the rainbow in the sky, the dew on the flowers to take great shots of.

Ari is the kind of girl who has her own style. She loves to mix and match different styles & prints. Sometimes it's a total fluke, other times she makes it work. Either way, Ari always wear her style with confidence. She leans a lot toward florals, along with any patterned fabric. On a normal weekend, Ariel would normally browse little shops & vintage stores; she loved the old style, and wears anything from moccasins to poodle skirts. Though she loves fashion, its not her biggest priority. If she isn't comfortable wearing something, she sure as heck isn't going to wear it. Another thing - she can't stand being inappropriately dressed to do something or to go somewhere. What kind of idiot would wear high heels for gardening or walking around? Ari knows comfort is the best way to go, and manages to look good too. She hates it when people's main cause it to look good, but for the wrong reasons. Ari would never dress to look good from someone else - other than dances and things like that, of course. She thinks love will find her, not the other way around. She's not going to put out just to get attention.

Her hair is her favorite attribute about herself, and you can really tell. It is constantly being dyed, yet she doesn't use much of other products, other than healthy things, like keratin spray. She refuses to use cheap products, all of her hair products are organic, including the dye. Though she dyes it so much, Ari doesn't do much of anything else that would ruin it; she air dries it, never uses heat on it, and it grows very quickly. Usually it's either down, up in a bun, or in a braid(s). She is a bit of an organic freak; she not only knows it's good for her, but she also thinks it tastes and feels so much better. She loves going to the farmer's market and organic little shops.

Despite her weird little quirks, Ari is a really easy person to talk to. Of course, she may just snap a picture of you while you're in the middle of talking, but don't worry, she doesn't show people her photo's, they just stay with her. She is a really good listener, and doesn't get distracted as much as people might normally be. Despite being a good listener, she is very fidgety, and can hardly sit still. That is why she loves taking hikes and walks; to keep herself moving. That, and of course taking photos. Another reason why she is a really good listener is because she is a huge nerd - she loves learning new things. If she thinks she might learn something from you, she'll be the best audience you can find. Oftentimes she will ask you to demonstrate what your explaining, so she could pick it up.
HISTORY:
When Ari was about 8 years old, her father walked out of her life. He announced that he couldn't take life like this anymore, and that he loved Ari and Sarah very much, but he wasn't in love with her anymore. Ari knew this would happen, she knew before he told her, because she could hear her mother crying softly, trying not to wake Ari up, and how he told her that he was gay, and couldn't fake it any longer. He also said how he just couldn't deal with Ari's little "fits", he called them, but he would still send money for child support and some for the doctor appointments.She watched as her mother tightened her grip on her, and became much more strict with her, trying to deal with being a single mother, and be the stable parent.

Trying to please her mother constantly, Ariel tried to do her best in her classes, and she got by with B's and C's, and her headaches and nightmares were getting worse. After so many times of being paralyzed with fear in the middle of class, her mother decided to home school Ari. This brought them closer, but Ari felt isolated, not able to be like a normal person.

She finally wanted to go back to public school, and her mom got a job, so Ari was allowed to go. It didn't matter to her that they moved away from Brighton, as she never really had friends anyway; constantly being with her mother.

She came to a different school now, with as much confidence as a mouse, but was getting much better grades now, A's, but it was clear that her strong point was writing. She was embarrassed at the fact that her writing was always being read in class, and always put her head low because she was made fun of. Still, her mother finally convinced her that it was a good thing, and she became much more happier, and it didn't bother her that people made fun of her for it, and soon it died away that the "new girl was a nerd". After moving, she's lived here ever since.
SEXUALITY:
strictly straight.
DISEASES:
none.
HOBBIES:
- photography.
- hiking / nature walks.
- exploring.
- bike riding.
- photo editing.
- learning.
- fashion.
- kayaking.
- swimming.
- reading.
- eating (new foods).
PHOBIAS:
ari hates being alone in a room with creepy sounds, she gets scared into a deathly silence, shaking with wide eyes.

[apricity]

•|☁|•

{ Anthony } { The Jokster, the Artist ♥ } { 18 }

--- Simple Facts

NAME:
Anthony Rosalind Corbrin
AGE:
18
GENDER:
Guy
NICKNAME:
Ant

--- On The Outside

HAIR COLOR:
A bright, rich shade of orange; like autumn leaves.
EYE COLOR:
A mixture of baby blue and light turquoise
HEIGHT:
5"10
WEIGHT:
125.567 pounds {yeep}
BODY MODIFICATIONS:
He don't have one, ain't gettn' one.
CLOTHING SYLE:
Ant is often seen wearing t-shirts and jeans. In the winter he'll wear sweaters, and when it's cooler out in the warmer weather, hoodies, like most guys. Ant also is seen wearing a snazzy pair of [url]Converse shoes[/url], which are black and white. Like no other, they have paint splatters on the bottom. During the late spring and summer, however, Ant often wears shorts.

--- Within The Soul

PERSONALITY:
Creative. Ant is a creative kid. He's an artist; a creator. He has to create; it's what he does best, it's what he enjoys. He'll paint if he can, and is often carrying a sharp pencil in his pocket, along with a knead able eraser, and of course, a small sketch pad at his side. Creativity is like a get away for Ant, it's where he can stretch his imagination and form was he feels and sees.
Easy-going. Chill. Whatever, no big deal. Ant doesn't like to get all uptight about stuff, and he doesn't get angry very easily. It takes a lot to get on his nerves, but when something does, he's all over it likes a forest fire, if it really means that much to him.
Kind; he can be kind and gentile. But, I don't recommend getting on his bad side.
Jokester. Although he can be kind, he loves to crack a good joke, and it'll never get old. He sure does knows how to make someone smile.
At times, he can be quiet as a mouse, but he can also be quite chatty.
Ant also has gut and backbone, he's pretty brave when the time comes. On the good side, he can be the a good, reliable friend that can cheer you up on gloomy days,
HISTORY:
History here
SEXUALITY:
Straight.
DISEASES:
Any diseases he/she has put here
HOBBIES:
Hobbies here
PHOBIAS:
Fears/Phobias here


wip!