.:Stereotype High:. [Status: Accepting~]*Semi-lit*

[iIveh]

.:FORM:.
(Yes she is a blonde goth. Don't judge her)
Username: Kittikat
Name: Alice Marino
Age: 16
Grade: 11th
Stereotype: goth
Personality: gets annoyed easily, quiet, dispises popular people, fiesty, gets fired up easily, likes to fight, Loves to cuss
History: doesn't like to talk about it. At age 15 she moved from georgia to here. (heh she's one of my normal main characters and I can't even come up with a descent history for her xD)
Phone: why an Iphone ofcorse
Crush: (not on here) Shane
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Taken
Themesong: kill the rock by MSI
Other: Stereotypes Suck (sorry guys Im on my Iphone right now)

[Quackzilla!]

(( OOC: I'm gonna go to bed. G'night! <3 ))

[MollySue]

"Well then." He said sarcastically, smirking as she poked his ribs. He chuckled and looked at her, his dark blue eyes sparkling.

[I gotta go Dx Might not be back until tomorrow. I HATE Exams... Y-Y And Remember, NO MORE then 3 pages until I get on... Promiss?
Allie: -highfives Hyland- Canadians FTW :'D]

Luna felt self-conscious as he looked at her and dropped her blue eyes, cheeks reddening.

[grim.]

✗Hyland Joel Blade✗
♫ "I'll be coming home,
Just to be alone.
Cause I know youre not there,
And I know that you dont care." ♫

I laughed, pushing myself off the couch. I dug in my pocket, looking for my car keys while I aited for Eve. I found them, then looked Eve over. "Lunch you say? So long at they've got a DQ or Mickey D's." I snickered, and headed for the door. "Do we want to take my car or your truck?" I peered at the driveway, looking her truck over. A thought cross my mind and I sighed. "Bruce!" I heard and thundding sound, then pounding feet coming down the stairs. Bruce ran up to me and jumped me. I wrestled with him for a few minutes, then chased him into the yard to wait. "I guess I should take Bruce home, eh?"

♫ "No matter how hard I try,
You're never satisfied.
This is not a home,
I think I'm better off alone." ♫

[I love games, the best I've discovered until this point is Fallout 3, though I want to get Fallout New Vegas. Left 4 Dead and Left 4 Dead 2 are pretty awesome as well. Black Ops is alright, but I'm [censored] at it. Hehe.]

[Emi Undead]

.:FORM:.
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Username:Girlysport
Name:Xyreal
Age:15
Grade:11th
Stereotype:Wannabe
Personality:Kind and Friendly but if you get her mad run for the hills.
History:She was so Depressed one thime she had to go to a instatution but she hasn't fully recovered
Phone:Droid (I think I SPELT IT RIGHT)
Crush:Looking
Boyfriend/Girlfriend:Looking
Themesong:forever and always Panio version by Taylor Swift
Other:She is sad almost all the time I foreget what you put when you read the rules but I did read the rules oh JELLY BEANS

[You need to read ALL the rules, Put more detail, and a Last name. ^^;]

[Emi Undead]

.:FORM:.

Username: Whitedawn
Name: Sira Zachary
Age: Recently turned 14
Grade: 10
Stereotype: Nerd/loner
Personality: As a very whimpy girl, Sira could often be seen reading to herself, and talking to her animal plushies. She does not like yelling, or getting yelled at in general. She is presumed to be very smart, as she has skipped a grade. However, she is whimpy and cries easily, and does not have many friends.
History: Sira's parents pushed her too hard in the concept of studying. From the age of two, they would force her to read and write, shaping her up to be a nerd. At the age of nine, she skipped her writing class to go to a party with her friends, and got brutally beaten by her mother. That was the only party she has ever been to. Her parents have already planned which university for her to go to, and they are very ambitious.
Phone: N/A
Crush: -
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: -
Themesong: Just breathe - Anna Nalick
Other: Stereotypes suck

[Accepted; but if she's fourteen, She'd be a freshman..]

[Emi Undead]

.:FORM:.
(Yes she is a blonde goth. Don't judge her)
Username: Kittikat
Name: Alice Marino
Age: 16
Grade: 11th
Stereotype: goth
Personality: gets annoyed easily, quiet, dispises popular people, fiesty, gets fired up easily, likes to fight, Loves to cuss
History: doesn't like to talk about it. At age 15 she moved from georgia to here. (heh she's one of my normal main characters and I can't even come up with a descent history for her xD)
Phone: why an Iphone ofcorse
Crush: (not on here) Shane
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Taken
Themesong: kill the rock by MSI
Other: Stereotypes Suck (sorry guys Im on my Iphone right now)

[Accepted, But whenever you can, put some more detail, 'Kay ^^; And I'm gonna PM you somefin; o-o;]

[Emi Undead]

"Take me there." He kinda commanded. He checked his back pocket to see if he had any money, luckily he did. He walked over towards Allie a little more, doing his best not to smile. Gotta keep up his Goth Rep.

Allie nodded and followed. Normally, she would've broke a kids nose for demanding her to do anything. Why was she being so soft now? She continued to lead him back to the main street and managed to walk without glancing at him.

Luna felt self-conscious as he looked at her and dropped her blue eyes, cheeks reddening.

Paxton tilted his head to looked at her face. "You alright?" He asked, concern in his smooth voice.

[MollySue]

If possible this made Luna blush more. Her face was probably scarlet. She looked up innocently as if she had no clue what he meant. "I'm fine... are you?"

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Shawn Tyler Anderson
"'Cause you see, I don't own my clothes, but I own my mind, and it's not what you've lost, but what you find."

Shawn closed his eyes for a few seconds, and took a moment to take in everything that'd happened over the past few hours. It was like he was trapped in a bad dream he would never wake up from. He felt tears threaten to escape his eyes, and he quickly wiped. Shawn sat up from his seat, red-eyed. He needed to realize that this wasn't the end of the world, and life would go on. He hated himelf for be so vulnerable and weak. He made a mental note to become stronger, physically and mentally. Shawn was always the person to stop fights, but never had the courage to stand up for one himself. Shawn felt proud for himself, for the first in a long time.