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[Dead.Yet.Alive]

(ugh i want to so bad but im not literate T.T)

[Noel]

((Could we start with just the few people we have and wait for more? I'm quite excited to start. ^^))

[loki.i love you.]

No. Sorry. If you want to advertise, you can. C:

[passion.]

{. May I join with a bipolar and dyslexic female?

[loki.i love you.]

Of course. C:

[passion.]

Thank you c:
I might add another disorder, but might not.
It could be too much to handle xD
I'll make my form now

[passion.]

Shay Lynn Cassidy

the wild child

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    ;Full Name;
"Shay Lynn Cassidy, at your service!"

    ;Nickname(s);
"Well, there aint much you can do with such a short name of Shay. But some friends call me Shayshay"

    ;Age;
   "I am approximately Seventeen, about to turn Eighteen!"

    ;Room;
   "Room Two, please"


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    ;Full Description;
   "I guess my hair is a very dark brown wash. It was maybe about one or two streaks of blond but that's a natural color. Spent too much time in the sun as they say. The tips of my hair are also blond. In some conditions of light, it looks almost black. That's how dark the color is. But also, in extreme cases of bright sunny days, my hair can have a hint of red in it.  Some people can mistake my hair for being a very dark auburn, thanks to the reddish tint. And I make no hesitance in correcting them. I'm very protective in my features and style. Anyways,  I always keep  my hair long and silky and I wash it daily. It snakes down until it gets a little farther than the middle of my back. I usually keep it in a side braid or long and down. 

My body is a little darker than tan. I usually spend all my time out in the parks or taking walks along the beach, so my body has collected quite some sunlight. I don't think I can remember the last time I was pale. Every speck of my body is the same tint of tan. I tan each spot because I don't want to end up looking like the ridiculous women who go to fake tanning and miss spots. I'm all natural. I usually dress casual, not the fashion that the snotty rich kids wear, frilly and only heels. I wear skinny jeans and ripped shirts. Which is most all the time. My mother is one of those people who have to be everywhere. But otherwise, I dress down, and not to high fashion. 

My voice is light and singsongy. It almost sounds like a birds song, echoing slightly and almost as soft as a whisper. It is as sweet as honey. But, i also have that texas twang still there. After all, i was born in Texas. I have a drawl, when i want to be mysterious and sexy. It usually reflects my mood, the tone of my voice. When I'm happy, the tone slides off like a drizzle of honey. When I'm tired, it seems to have a dullness and a flat tone to it. When I'm angry, it comes off as impatient and hurried, like I'm trying to escape the situation I was in by my tone. When I'm sad, it's almost the same as upset. But it has that sense that I'm truly miserable. Im only sad when there's a reason to be sad. 

When I walk, my hips usually sway side to side, in rhythm with my step. On any other original day, I have a camera with me. Yes, I'm the kind of girl who would take a camera to a beach or park and take useless pictures that waste my film. It hangs heavy from my neck and bounces against my chest as I walk. I have that ability, of when I walk, my hair swings side to side along my back. Some women have a certain beat in their step. That happens with me too. Only when I'm happy and upbeat. When mad, angry, upset, depressed, or sad, my body seems to sag and my shoulders droop. I have no sway to my hips or step, or no bounce. It's absolutely a turn off sign. 

For my face, I guess it could be heart shaped. But my chin is not sharp or pointy like that of a hearts. Mine is more rounded, not really like a point. My nose is kind of like a button nose. It's not squished in, but it kind of has that smushed-in and up  feature. I have just a light sprinkle of freckles over the ridge of my nose and across my high cheekbones. Speaking of cheekbones, mine are high definition. You could spot them right away when you see me. 

My eyes are a light gray, but at night, they tend to grow to be a deep gray. I guess its a junk DNA cord or something that makes them do that. My eyelashes are not too heavy, but just enough to have a good amount of volume. But, they are thick and black. My eyebrows are thin and light, but not too light. They color is just a bit lighter than my hair. But not too much. My lips are bow shaped. They have that curve in at the top of my top lip. I use a great deal of make up. The whole works. Mascara, lip gloss, eye shadow, eye liner, blush, a dab of foundation, and acne cloth washes."

    ;Disorder;
    "There are a lot of things wrong with me, Daddy said. But he said I have a disorder called bipolar disorder, and that I am dyslexic. I don't know what that means, but I get upset a lot when people mention it."


    ;Height;
    "I stand up to be five feet and seven inches"

    ;Weight;
   " I am heavy enough to be about 125 pounds"

    ;Hair;
 "Can't you read above? well, I can't. I guess my hair is a very dark brown wash. It was maybe about one or two streaks of blond but that's a natural color. Spent too much time in the sun as they say. The tips of my hair are also blond. In some conditions of light, it looks almost black. That's how dark the color is. But also, in extreme cases of bright sunny days, my hair can have a hint of red in it.  Some people can mistake my hair for being a very dark auburn, thanks to the reddish tint. And I make no hesitance in correcting them. I'm very protective in my features and style. Anyways,  I always keep  my hair long and silky and I wash it daily. It snakes down until it gets a little farther than the middle of my back. I usually keep it in a side braid or long and down. "

    ;Eyes;
    "My eyes are a light gray, but at night, they tend to grow to be a deep gray. I guess its a junk DNA cord or something that makes them do that. My eyelashes are not too heavy, but just enough to have a good amount of volume. But, they are thick and black. My eyebrows are thin and light, but not too light. They color is just a bit lighter than my hair. But not too much."

    ;Clothing Style;
  "I have many things to pick from my closet, but my best picks are a casual type thing, and a bit fancy for nights out."

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    ;Personality;
 Shay is a bit of a loner. She does not care much for the constant chatter of groups, or the suffocating, compactness of crowds. Shay also shows a bit of an independent streak. She does not like to rely on others for help or be told what to do. She chooses her own path, makes her own plans, and decides how and when to act. Shay comes off as cold and distant at times. She does not talk much, but when she has to, her words are blunt, short and sweet.

However, Shay is not cruel or mean. She will not turn a blind eye towards young ones or other creatures involved. She can be a fierce fighter when she needs to. She radiates calm and surity during times of panic and fear. Shay is also a bit of a wanderer. She travels from one place to another with no destination in mind and goes only were her feet take her.


    ;History;
 "History is something I hate to talk about. It was a sunny day with the birds chirruping happily outside and the flowers in full bloom. It was a beautiful spring day, almost the end of the wonderful season, when Kristi Cassidy, my faithful mother, died, giving birth to me. A huge blood loss was the reason of her untimely death. It's one of the many causes of laboring mothers, and ours was no different. I guess it's just the will of Mother Nature. 
My father, greedy and rude, was infuriated, but also so deeply sorrowed. He couldn't bare to depart with my mother. And from the moment I let out a sharp cry, my first breath of the fresh, Mother Earth air, he hated me. Hated me with a hatred so rich, so deep, I didn't even think was possible.
The doctors did all they could to save my mother, but it was too late. Her hands went deathly cold and her eyes shut for the last time. The light of the soul of my lively mother went out forever. Her spirit forever left the earth plane and went up to the heavens of the earth. Her face and body grew a white so pale,she truly looked like a ghost. 
They knew she was dead, knew her soul had left her body and was on its way to heaven. They were just doing that stuff to make my father feel comforted, so he still had hope. . But it was no use. 
I grew up by myself, due to my fathers disgrace towards me. I didn't blame him. It was hard to deal with my mothers death, and never once seeing her kind, gentle face, was hard for me too. Imagine that, being born but never ever seeing your mothers face.
He acted like I was a nobody. Like I was invisible. I didn't mind that either. It was peaceful, and I was independent.
Until the nights where he was drunk. He would drink his insides out until he threw the bottle to the ground and blacked out. He would then wake up and vomit until he passed out again. It was horrifying. 
On nights where he woukdnt get sick or black out, he would muster up all the strength he had left in his soiled body and would whip me and beat me until I cried for mercy. 
I have the scars still, and could show you. They criss cross my arms like a constant reminder of my past. 
It was only then, on the fourth day of April, 1994 did he die. It was a peaceful Wednesday. I was at school and doing a writing essay in language arts class. I had my best friend, Matt beside me and we were passing notes about the new girl at the back of the class.
The handyman had burst through the room, carrying a huge, and I mean huge, bouquet of white roses with at least a dozen red cards and black cards embedded in between the roses petals and leaves. He slammed the bouquet down on my desk and enfolded me in his arms. We sat there, the handy man hugging my so tightly, then he let me go. He stroked my brown, almost black hair with tears in his eyes.
"Be strong" he had whispered to me that day.
I picked up the greeting card that had the least decorations on it. It read:
Shay Lynn Cassidy: I am so sorry for your loss. I hope you will be strong enough to live on your own. I  haven't been able to find a replacement guardian, but I have faith that you will be able to care for yourself. And again, I am so sorry. 
Then, i read farther down and gasped. I jumped up and the flowers crashed to the ground, making quite an explosion of glass and wet roses. But I didn't care. They were flowers, they died anyways.
The card had said, that my father got hit from a truck. He died of the accident. The causes?
Well, he had been at the local bar. His friends watched him drive off to make sure he was okay. They said he drank more than he usually did. He must've been falling alseep or yelling at somebody on the road to not notice the huge, Budweiser beer truck head straight towards him, horn blaring. He died instantly with the alcohol rushing through his veins and glass shards piercing his body.
I guess I got famous, living as the girl with absolutely so relatives or guardians, and I became rich. Everybody knew me, gave me donations. I thought it would be terrible, moving into a new mansion that the county payed for and living along for the rest of my life. But, I kinda of think things over sometimes, and, it's not so bad. I guess I can learn to live like this."

    ;Likes;
 x. Snow Leopards
x. Paris
x. shopping
x. friends
x. Surfing
x. kittens and cats
x. Bunnies
x. The Mall
x. watching movies
x. Laughing
x. yellow and pink
x. summer and Spring

    ;Dislikes;
 x. Rain
x. Crying
x. Pennies

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    Crush:
 "I think I'm falling for Dakota Letters. He's cute and charming. Tell him if you want. I don't care c:"

    Bf/Gf:
     "Can't gaurente it..."

    Family:
    Mother : Kristi Ann Cassidy
Father : George Blane Cassidy

    Other: "I am ~ f o r e v e r ~"

[Monster.]

Will join tomorrow)

[Cyphron]

full name

Mysterious| Unpredictable| Caring| Aloof| Sly| Witty|

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;Full Name;
"Real name is James Luka Mendoza, not very fond of my first name but I have to settle with it."

;Nickname(s);
"You can call me Jamie but I prefer to be known by my middle name, Luka. Feel free to come up with another nick name if you wish. I like to be surprised."

;Age;
"Been alive for seventeen years so if your smart enough that means I'm 17. Getting closer to freedom everyday. I sometimes act like a 24 year old and I sometimes act like a six year old, it depends on my mood."

;Room;
"Room four of course."


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;Full Description;
Luka has a neutral face though he does smile from time to time. He has dark brown hair that looks black when there's very little lighting in the room. He mostly keeps the same hairstyle since his hair doesn't like to cooperate with him, so he just sweeps it to the side most of the time. His eyes are a piercing icy blue with electric blue around the iris. His eyes always seem to shine or glint when he's happy but when he's depressed they turn dull and plain. Luka's skin is pale but he can tan very easily though he doesn't like to. He also has lean muscles and abs but he doesn't like to show off, unless he's bored. His body is about the right size for his build with medium sized arms and long legs. He has a necklace that looks like This and a tattoo on his torso that looks like This. His fingers are rough and have old line marks on them due to him always playing guitar.

;Disorder;
"Hmm let's see I'm diagnosed with Kleptomania, Hypomania, and MDD."


;Height;
"I'm about 6'1 so yeah."

;Weight;
"I weigh 152 lbs."

;Hair;
"Dark brown obviously although it looks black when there's little light, I don't know why but I think my hair hates me. Can't really do much with it except sweeping it to the side."

;Eyes;
"An icy blue with tints of electric blue around my iris, so I've been told."

;Clothing Style;
"Don't really pay attention to what I wear so I just grab whatever and put it on, but I must always have my Obey hat."

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;Personality;
"Got to have swag, so I have to wear the hat. No touchie." Luka is basically obsessed with his hats and beanies. He can not and I mean can not go anywhere without wearing something on his head, it could be either a hat, beanie, sombrero, propeller hat, or even a piece of paper but he mostly wears hats or beanies. His most prized possession is his Obey hat

"Forgive and forget, I think not." Luka isn't really the forgiving type once you betray his trust, that's it he won't give you any second chances. He hates people who lie to his face and only wants the truth no matter how horrible it is. He doesn't understand why people lie or keep secrets from those they care about, he knows that they don't want to hurt them but isn't it going to hurt them more not knowing? That's just how he sees things. Even though Luka hates lying he sometimes does it himself without even knowing.

"Humor is the cure to sadness." Luka hates seeing people being sad so he finds way to cheer them up with humor or sarcasm. He can't really take anything seriously so being funny is his way of being serious, so he claims. He also likes to confuse people a lot by using excessive vocabulary, to him it's very amusing. Luka practically enjoys making a fool out of himself just to make people laugh but if he hears people talking about him in bad ways about what he does he get's mad.

"When words fail, music speaks." Luka takes this quote to heart and understands the meaning of it. He is always monitoring what he says so he won't hurt someone's feelings but when he can't explain what he wants to say, he says it through song. Music get's through him more than anything else and that's why he is always seen playing on his guitar or writing lyrics in his notebook. It's the only thing that keeps him calm besides being with nature.

"Always look outside the box." Luka likes to look at things in a different perspective rather than looking at it like everyone else. He pronounces himself as different, unique in fact and doesn't care what people think. When people say the glass is half empty he would say that it's half full. He doesn't like to follow the crowd instead he likes to be who he is and express himself how he likes to.

"Don't be mad, be glad." Luka can be benevolent and down to earth as he much as he is apathetic and mysterious. He is always calm well unless his hypomania or MDD sneaks up on him but other than that he's calm most of the time. You will most likely always see a smile on his face in the morning and in the late evening but in the afternoon he's neutral, no one knows why. Even though Luka always seems happy and care free there's times he will be depressed and won't come out of his room. It's because of his two disorders the Hypomania and MDD, it's a constant battle inside of him between these two disorders and Luka hates being an emotional wreckage so he sucks it up and plays cool and happy.

"You think you know me, yeah you might want to rephrase that." This teen seriously knows how to play the mysterious card. Luka is unpredictable that you think you may know him, but you really don't. You never know what he's going to do next. Who knows he might either lash out at you, hug you, pull a stunt on himself or someone else, steal something or might not even wear a hat.......Nah that would never happen. Anyways you never know this teen. As being mysterious well there's not much to describe he's just pretty much difficult to figure out.


;History;
Luka was born into a family of two, him being the oldest with his younger sister Alexi. His mom died of lung cancer when he was seven and his sister was two. His father started drinking a lot and accused Luka for his mother's death. His father would beat him but Luka would always fight back until one day his father aimed for Alexi. Luka shoved his father against the wall and punched him a few times releasing years of anger. Having enough he grabbed Alexi and left. He lived in a homeless shelter for a couple months until he started to steal in order to get money. He later became obsessed with stealing without even knowing and was diagnosed with Kleptomania and also Hypomania. Luka one day left Alexi alone in the homeless to go out and steal again, he returned 2 hours later to see police cars everywhere along with an ambulance. He rushed through the crowd to find out that his sister was murdered. Depression swept over him like fog and he got MDD. Leaving the scene he got away as far as he could.

;Likes;
"Let me see let me see, hmm music of course it's basically my life. Puppies!!! Adorable little guys they are. Lighting storms, don't ask me why I just like them for some odd reason. Glow in the dark sticks they are so awesome. Nature because it helps me feel calm. Heights because I love going up to high places, I also like to draw. My most favorite thing is sleeping."

;Dislikes;
"What do I dislike? Let me think for a second, oh yeah conceited people but sometimes I do make an exception, spicy food it taste horrible, cats they scratch too much, being in small spaces, animals getting hurt, and know it alls."

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Crush:
:"No one so far."

Bf/Gf:
"Don't have one."

Family:
Sierra Mendoza~ Mother~ Deceased
Aaron Mendoza~ Father~ Whereabouts remain unknown
Alexi Mendoza~ Younger Sister~ Deceased

Other: Cometlight

[Lover-Of-Music!]

[[might join]]