to build a fire ─── lit ─── NEED 2 BOYS

[patrick star..]

need too edit my form.
also, need to fix personality and history.

[ship]

ｉｍ ＴＨＥ ＬＯＲＡＸ ａｎｄ ｉ ｓｐｅａｋ ｆｏｒ ＴＨＥ ＴＲＥＥＳ
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"Do you dream that the world
will know your name,
So tell me your name"

ɴame Hello, is this a job interview or something? It is a pleasure to meet you anyway. In case you are wondering, my name is Regan Noel Vella. Sounds like a pilots name to me... I mean seriously ever heard of a spy or a plots name, Vella? Despite how much I enjoy coming up with a list of names that show why I despise my name, I am guessing that you would like to hear at least one reason why I actually like it, so I will grant your wish. Regan is probably some girls dream name, so I won't take it for granted... That much. Fortunately, I do not have a common name, and it is very unique. Sometimes, unique is another way of saying weird, but not in this case. I would hate to be one of those kids that have to be labeled if there is more than one Regan in my class... Overall, Regan is a wonderful name that I do not take for granted, but any name is so much better. If you would like me to talk to you, call me Reg for short. But I don't even know who you are... So.. Don't stalk me.

"I wanna sunburn just
to know that I'm alive,
To know I'm alive"

aɢe As for my age, I am in my late eighteens. I skipped a grade, yes, I am so talented arent I? But anyway, I have always been the youngest compared to my people in my new grade, considering the fact that most seniors are at least eighteen or nineteen. But since you are SO curious, I just will turn nineteen on December 13th. Being eighteen, I am quite happy driving and living my life, although I sometimes wish I could be twenty or twenty one and have the benefits that come with it. But, hey, atleast I don't have to drive illegally anymore...

"Don't tell me if I'm dying,
Cause I don't wanna know,
If I can't see the sun,
Maybe I should go,"

ɢeɴdeʀ Since you are clearly blind, or stupid, I will gladly tell you that I am a girl. Luckily, I am not usually confused with a guy, and I would be freaked out if someone came up to me, like you, and ask what my gender was. Well let's just hope the doctor wasn't blind as well. I have long natural curly, brown hair, so like 0% of boys have that... I'm not sure if boys wear make up, well I haven't seen one wear some yet... so yeah. To make everything more simple for your poor brain, I'm a female, girl, woman, etc.

"Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming,
Of angels on the moon,
Where everyone you know,
Never leaves too soon "

descʀɪptɪoɴ I am a normal girl with average looks... and average everything else mostly. I could be considered beautiful, but certainly, I could never stand out when compared to almost any other girl. Honestly, I might think lowly of myself, but oh well. If you are blind, one again, I will describe myself to you. I am 5'7, which is the average height of a normal girl, but I am not satisfied with my height. I wish I could be a little taller, you know, just incase... As for my weight... I am not sure.
The last time I checked was at school a couple weeks ago, during a health screaning, and it was calculated to be about 98 pounds. I am skinny, my mom and dad think that I am either starving myself, or one of those girls who just DON'T gain anything...

For my hair, it is a brownish redish that is shiny, because I take care of it and never have dyed it. But depending on the lighting and
if my hair is wet, it can be a bit darker. Under the sunlight, though, it appears to be a mixture of red and a really light chocolate brown, which could be considered an ambrose effect, but I dyed it so... Besides the color, it is curly, my friend almost hate me for it, haha, which I like to often tease them. Fortunately, it is low maintenance that I do not take for granted... Anyway, I really like my eyes though, alot of people think they're contacts, but they're not. The reason why is because there an olive green mixed a little with brown.

"Do you believe in the
day that you were born,
Tell me do you believe,"

ʙodʏ modɪғɪcatɪoɴs I got my ears pierced when I was eight, so I wear earrings sometimes. Besides my piercings, I have no tattoos nor I am planning to get any. I have nothing against people with tattoos, but I think I could never pull one off. I have heard they hurt like h*ll when the person is putting them on, or if you touch it after words. Anyway, I doubt tattoos would really fit me. But... I can't be talked though, I have a belly button piercing, and an eyebrow piercing. But I barely ear both of them.

"And do you know that every
day's the first of the rest
of your life, "

peʀsoɴaʟɪtʏ Well, this might be hard to explain my whole personality, but I will give you a brief glimpse into my life.
I am smart, but I am not one of those geeks who solve match problems for fun, Infact, I hate math. Alot.
I am not involved in any academic programs, such as math club or the chess club, for school or anywhere else.
In fact, I do not even really enjoy school in general. I don't skip though, my father would beat the living- um
yeah I just really don't like alot of things, but I am not negative, atleast I don't think I am. I hate those people.
Some of it has its good parts, but most of the time, I do not put much effort into it. I prefer to slouch in my
seat and doodle like a child. When I am tired, I might even sleep in library when the teacher is REALLY
hopefully not watching. Anyway, the reason I am called smart, intelligent, you name it, is because I am the
student that has an A or A+ in every class, and I am evidently quite talented when it comes to academics. Even
thought I hate it, even the word. My parents noticed I was smarter than the other children, they were both
teachers, my mom was a college teacher, my dad was a high school teacher, so they gave me their share.

Everyone calls me quiet, everyone. I honestly do not know why... Okay, I know why. I was never really
born as a loud and outgoing girl unlike most of my girl in my grade. Not being able to keep conversations
going is another fault of mine, too. I guess you would call me awkward, I'm just not that socially convenient.
I would rather be winning my soccer games than picking a fight with some nitty girl half my size, I just savior my time.
Although I am proud of my self confidence, I do have the courage to stand up for myself. However, I have no
problem standing up for others, and I can have a sharp tongue in that case. Overall, I am a quiet girl, who can
be loud, boisterous, or angry when necessary. Plus, being shy and reserved defines me in a way, so if you cannot
accept that, then just stop reading.

Eh, I can be carefree and fun at times, but that is usually rare. Anyway, sometimes, I can be spirited and laugh a
lot. Things rarely get to me, and it is actually quite hard to make me unhappy. It is almost impossible to see me
not relaxed since I love to just lay back and just enjoy the joyous adventure of life without regrets. I guess, that
could be considered being lazy, but I prefer to think of that as being more laid-back. Plus, I can be a little careless
at times by not worrying about a lot of things. When I was younger, I remember touching a blazing flame from my
fireplace because the thought of the fire being able to harm me did not even occur. On the upside, there is the
benefit of not being scared of many things such as rollercoasters and being able to laugh and smile whenever I
want.

"This is to New York City angels,
And the rivers of our blood,
This is to all of us,
To all of us, "

ʀeʟatɪoɴsʜɪps My love life? I had really hoped it would not come to this... Sorry ladies, but I am straight and will probably never change. As for my crush, I don't think so son. Isn't that
so cute? I would like to keep my grades up actually... I am, however, single.

"So don't tell me if I'm dying,
Cause I don't wanna know,
If I can't see the sun,
Maybe I should go, "

otʜeʀ
I don't think there's much to say except I have a dog. His name is Spark, he is a pitbull if you know your breeds. He was given to me by my uncle. I have a cat as well, she is a cutey, and her name is Leah. And then, my awesome phone. It's a black Iphone but it has a Lelo and Stitch case.

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tasteless sweets. could you pm me a writing sample? then i can accept you. c:

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update all the characters live in brooklyn as of now.
also, tasteless sweets., you're accepted. C:

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bump c:

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[apathy,]

form © rire.
character © rire.
pictures © respectful owners.
song; pursuit of happiness. kid cudi
do not steal

ｆｅｅｌｉｎ’ ｌｉｔ, ｆｅｅｌｉｎ’ ｌｉｇｈｔ，
２ ａｍ, ｓｕｍｍｅｒ ｎｉｇｈｔ．
------He constantly appears like he’s high. That’s it.

[prismatic]

ooc: it's christmas- gah- i'll fill in the details soon.

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{ act - male - nineteen - british origin - smart | musical | class clown }

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{ blue eyes - brunette hair - six foot even - 146 lbs - lean + semi muscular build }

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{ intelligent - cocky - cheeky - humorous - thoughtful - judgmental - honest }

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{ marcus & layla becker - family under poverty - academic scholarship senior year - moved }

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{ no crush - single - heterosexual - no spouse - no children - exes: clarice }

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form - otter. | character - otter. | writing - otter.
photos - tumblr. | face claim - conor maynard | lyrics - adele: set fire to the rain.