вαllooɴѕ ♥ - full

[carrie dee.]

вαllooɴѕ ♥
"ɴoвody cαɴ вe υ ɴ - c н e e r e d wιтн α вαllooɴ." ~wιɴɴιe тнe pooн
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The Midsummer's Night Dream Festival; every citizen
of Charlotte, Kansas's favorite event of the year. People from
all over travel to come see this large event. I mean, come on.
Who doesn't love a good party? But, this is so much more
then a party; it's a release. A release of all your wrongdoings,
pain, anger, regrets. . . All of it gone, like a balloon set free
to the heavens. Actually, that's the whole point of this yearly
festival. Balloons. Each citizenis handed one, along with
a marker. They write every single thing the regret and at dusk?
They're all set free. That's the beauty of the festival. Release.
But who said it had to be all about forgiveness? It's a month to
the festival. The best part of the carnival-like setting is the fact
that one can spend it with somebody they care about.
Whether it be friends, lovers, family or children, the festival
has a certain way to bring people together. Summer isn't
over until that one person knows. With all of these residents
running about,it would be easy for something to, just, happen.
Maybe lovewill form? Maybe enemies will lock in combat. Who
really knows?Whatever happens has to happen soon, though,
because it's all over as soon as that last balloon floats up into
the open, clear sky.

[carrie dee.]

welcoмe тo cнαrloттe, popυlαтιoɴ: 200
"тнe coυrѕe oғ тrυe love ɴever dιd rυɴ ѕ м o o т н."
- lyѕαɴder ιɴ "α мιdѕυммer'ѕ ɴιɢнт dreαм"
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Charlotte is small. With only 200 residents to date, most
citizens seem to know each other, their families, and their
history. It's cozy, sure, but at the same time it feels
claustrophobic. Small, family-owned stores line Main Street,
cute houses surrounding in a miniature suburbia. Since this
town in in Kansas, there obviously aren't any beaches. But,
they've got the next best thing: a lake. Tipperary Lake, to
be exact. Probably one of the most visited places remotely
close to the town. Next is the meadow, where the festival
is held; during the first half of the summer, it's blooming with
wildflowers and golden grasses. The woods are interesting, of
course, though there isn't anything too noteworthy. Most
residents get around with old cars or bikes. Yeah, some even
walk. None the less, it's a fun place to be. A carnival often
stops by and some trips out of state are constant. Each resident
often stays in Charlotte, though; who wouldn't want to?

[carrie dee.]

wнo αre y o υ ?
“тo l ι v e ιѕ тнe rαreѕт тнιɴɢ ιɴ тнe world. мoѕт people eхιѕт, тнαт ιѕ αll.” ― oѕcαr wιlde
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cнαrαcтerѕ -

lαdιeѕ -
~ harlem

~ zada

~ sophia

~ abigail

~ drew

~ { taken }

ɢeɴтleмeɴ -
~ logan

~ mark

~ elwood

~ faulkner

~ { taken }

~ trevor

relαтιoɴѕнιpѕ -

x. None~

o. None~

x. None~

o. None~

x. None~

o. None~

x. None~

o. None~

тнιѕ weeĸ : :

- The first week
of summer!
- A fair is coming
into town for a
few days.
Bring some
friends along!
- Weather will be
mostly sunny -
possible clouds.

coмιɴɢ υp : :

- Preparations are
beginning for the
MSND Festival.
- A community
dance is being
planned!

тнe cαrɴιvαl : :

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

тнe lαĸe : :

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

[carrie dee.]

тнιѕ ιѕ нow we do тнιɴɢѕ ιɴ cнαrloттe.
“тнαт ιт wιll ɴever coмe αɢαιɴ ιѕ wнαт мαĸeѕ lιғe ѕo ѕ w e e т.” ― eмιly dιcĸιɴѕoɴ
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x ; All of Tess's/forum rules apply; you should know this.
x ; Be high semi-lit. Actually, be very high semi-lit to lower literate. PM me about any questions.
x ; You can use your own forms; make sure they're colorful!
x ; I have the right to not accept you, or remove you from this roleplay.
x ; Mild cussing is okay { Hell & Damn fine }.
x ; To keep genders even, I am only accepting 6 guys and 6 females.
x ; No pregnancies { without asking }.
x ; Message me before you go crazy with any drama.
x ; Remember, nobody is perfect.
x ; No scene/emos, famous celebrities, or un-natural hair colours. They don't fit with this roleplay.
x ; Don't leave anyone out or fight in ooc.
x ; Please, no names like 'Mystery' or 'Sunshine'. They aren't kindergardeners.
x ; Your character must be 18-19 1/2. { Out of highscool }
x ; I'm not reserving spots. Out of experience I know that this can get confusing and messy, so to put it simply: first come, first served. If I don't like your form or I find you not literate enough, you're out of the game. Sorry. So, if you post something below saying 'reserve me a female' or 'reserve me a female, I'm filling out the form now', I won't do it. Simple as that. You're using your own form anyways; it should be finished before you come here. Truthfully, if you're my friend or I've rped with you before, you're more likely to be accepted. Yes, it's a bit biased,
but. . . It's the truth. I'm not gonna lie.

{ credit for the rules go to Fascai }

[carrie dee.]

{. {. . нαrleм . >> "vιvαce" << . eιɢнтeeɴ . .} .}


“When you're thinking there's no rhyme or reason, think of me.”

--------------- ηιcє тσ мєєт уσυ


ηαмє .} Harlem Janette Moore
αgє .} Eighteen; finally an adult.
gєηdєя .} "Ouch. Thanks for wounding my pride."
вιятн dαтє .} May 4th, 1994
--------------- єχρlαιη уσυяѕєlƒ ρlєαѕє


нєιgнт .} five feet, six inches { 5'6 }
ωєιgнт .} one-hundred and twenty pounds { 120 lbs. }
єує cσlσя .} Ah, her eyes. Gentle and green, Harlem's eyes might just be her best feature. They're so open and expressive; yes, they most definitely her best feature.
нαιя cσlσя .} Harlem's hair is lovely. Cascading down her back in gentle, soft curls, the ends reach just above the small of her back and brush past her shoulders softly. At first glance it looks black. Simple as that. 'Tis true, her hair is rather dark. But, when you catch a second glimpse? You can detect the subtle aburn-red hilights, the slightest sheen. Though usually pulled back with a band, it's still very pretty.
ѕкιη тσηє .} Her skin is fairly light, though it has a hint of honey to it.
вσdу вυιld .} Harlem is slim and statuesque.
--------------- тєll мє αвσυт уσυя lσνє lιƒє ♥


cяυѕн .} "Is this important?"
ѕιgηιƒιcαηт σтнєя .} ". . . I'm eighteen."
єχєѕ .} "None; yes, I was 'the loneliest teenager on the face of the earth'. Why is this so surprising?"
тυяη σηѕ .} - Confidence is a must.
- Someone who smells good. Does this really need an explanation?
- A sense of humor.
- Someone with a nice smile.
- A person who will accept her for who she is.
- They must have a good taste in music.
- Someone who'll protect me. All girls need to be the damsel in distress every once in a while.
- Most importantly, Harlem needs somebody who won't give up. She's had too many people give up on her before to be able to handle it now.
тυяη σƒƒѕ .} - Somebody with a poor taste in music.
- Overly-confident people. There's a fine line, and one must be sure they don't cross it.
- Materialistic people. There's more to life then money. . .
- Crooked teeth. Just. . . Ugh. Along with that comes bad breath.
- Smokers/drinkers/druggies. She's just not into those kind of things.
- Anybody who gives up. It's irritating.
--------------- ѕкιη dєєρ, ωнσ αяє уσυ?


ρєяѕσηαℓιту .} "Kindness is pointing out one's faults instead of letting one believe they aren't there." Harlem is a gentle soul. Her heart seems soft, her demeanor quiet. But, to be truthful? This isn't exactly true. A more accurate word to describe the girl is mild. Many of her peers tend to think of Harlem as 'shy' or 'a goody-goody', but the truth? She's just quiet. Being truthful is a big thing for this strange girl. She has the best intentions at heart, sure, but sometimes they come out a bit. . . Oh, a bit rude, maybe? Of course she doesn't mean it that way, but she's not always the best at communicating. Harlem is kinder then she seems, though. Another stellar quality: she's there when you need her. Harlem can be somebody's crutch when they fall, a bandage when they're cut. Of course, she doesn't sugar coat any situation pertaining another person. The brunette is very straightforward with the truth.

"You have to be steadfast to win a war." Though Harlem is soft spoken, she's very independent. She's never taken it too well when others try to direct her; in fact, she can get a bit hostile toward anybody who tries. This girl is an avid believer in creating your own destiny. She will have no other person interfere with that or any part of her future, no matter how hard they try. But, of course, she's not one to rush things as well. Content with sitting back and taking a look at the scenery, Harlem tries to extract the most out of her life. Whether it be relationships or friendships, fights or make-ups, she's ready to push through it all so she'll be successful.

"Stupidity is never cute." Harlem is smart. Being so intent on getting into a proper musical college, she works as hard as she can to get her perfect grade point average. Yep. This alone makes people automatically think she's a nerd. But, you know what? She's okay with that. Harlem is happy that she's the way she is; being smart, in her mind, is better then being physically attractive. She'd never even consider associating with a person who 'acts dumb'. It's a wast of a perfectly good brain; who'd want that? She's not perfect, sure, but with her grades? She's determined to keep them stellar. Getting into a nice college means one thing to her: getting out of this place.

"When all words fail, music prevails." Music. Not a typical word to describe somebody, huh? Well, that is a whole other ballgame with this one. Harlem lives and breathes music. No, not 'rap', 'r&b', or 'pop'; she's an old school and classical nut. At a very young age she began playing piano. From then on music defined this young lady to the point of no return. Believe it or not, she used to be snarky. Rude, even. But as soon as this pure form of art entered her life, all of those rough edges were smoothed. Of course she wasn't a fan at the beginning; what child is? But it changed her in a way that nothing else ever could; it gave her hope. It's true, Harlem's never been too noticeable. In fact, she's practically invisible to everybody else. But once she steps up to the piano? It's as if she's the only person in the world. One for more slow, emotional songs, she finds her way through life by the notes on the page rather then the words. It's lovely, really. But some might think of her as boring, only listening to classical. That isn't true. Harlem is a huge fan of, surprisingly, the 90's music. Anything from rock, pop, r&b. . . All of it. It's funny, really, since she's a classically trained pianist. Most find her playing to be lovely, but those who know her actually understand how toxic it is to her. Harlem plays out of pain. Anger. She feels nearly forced to play. To be honest, she doesn't really play for herself; she plays for someone who always wanted her to do so. This instrument became an obsession to the girl, though, and it's fairly hard to pry her away from it.

"What is love, truly? How can another person define who you are as a whole? I don't understand. . ." Love. What a difficult, complex word. A word that Harlem has trouble with, definitely. How does one simply 'love'? She's never known the answer. Harlem has difficulty with relationships. Commitment is a scary thing. Her parents were divorced before she had her first birthday, and her grandfather had died long before she'd even been born. The girl really has no models for a relationship. Love is a lost word on her, though she's sad because of it. Nobody has ever shown any real interest in her. Harlem's never had a boyfriend. Yep. Sad as it is, it's true. Nobody's ever wanted her. The only real 'love' she's ever really had was for her music.
lιкєѕ .} - Music.
- Food. This was being concidered for #1; it was a close race. She can't get enough of it. But, of course, she has to limit herself. . .
- Making friends. She's a friendly person, really. . .
- Challenges. Harlem loves using her brain to trump other people.
- Corny knock-knock jokes. Nobody knows why, but she loves 'em!
- People the complete opposite of her. What? She finds them interesting.
- Finding people who actually make her laugh. Nowadays it's pretty hard to do.
- Traveling has always been one of her many likes.
- Horror movies, surprisingly.
- Lounging on a sunny afternoon in her favorite pain of shorts.
- Making friends with the people who don't have many. She's actually pretty compassionate.
- Finding unique ways to avoid using cuss words. She doesn't like them too much.
dιѕlιкєѕ .} - Anybody telling her that she's wrong. Anybody. At all.
- Losing; Harlem is a pretty sore loser.
- People who don't accept her music choices. "You don't like 'em? Go away."
- Eating '3 square meals a day'. "Screw that. Bring on the mac 'n cheese!" Nah. She doesn't mean that. Harlem's actually very careful about what she eats.
- People with poor music choice.
- Losing faith in herself. It's never the best feeling. . .
- People thinking she's unapproachable. Actually, she's really friendly. Well, again, after you've gotten past her unattractive qualities.
- Anybody who's down on themselves. Why would they do that?
- The smell of tires.
- Cuss words. She thinks that they're vile.
тяαѕυяєd ιтєм .} Harlem can't live without her grandmother's old piano and sheet music. it's her life.
σηє ωσяd тнαт dєƒιηєѕ уσυ .} "Determined."
--------------- σтнєя;;


нσмє .} "Home; Me and my brother spend most of the time in the kitchen. Yeah, the outside isn't much, but I got the best room on the inside. It's in the very top, so I have a huge amount of space."
cαя .} "I have my trustworthy old bug."
ρнσηє .} An iPhone 4; surprising, right?
ρєтѕ .} Laurel
αηутнιηg єlѕє? .} Nothing~

[carrie dee.]

{ Open! }

[apathy,]

{Logan >> Nemo << Bradley}

-|this is the info i need, in order to get to know you, of course!|-

-|first name|- Logan Nemo Bradley!

-|nick names|- I mostly go by Nemo.

-|gender|- That is up to you.

-|age|- I am eighteen

-|occupation|- I am a DJ, get jobs at night clubs. I am always free during the day. Oh, and I am a model.

-|pets|- Ain't he cute? His name is Oliver.

-|sexual orientation|- Straight as a pole.

-|i was just watching you creepily on the other side of the room.|-

-|height|- I am six foot exactly.

-|weight|- Two hundred and ten pounds [ 210 ]

-|hair color|- It is brown, duh.

-|eye color|- Mmm, they can be brown, or sometimes hazel.

-|clothing attire|- The first thing you wore when you first started your job.

-|clothing attire amount|- Ooo, rude. Whatever is in my closet, I don't know.

-|color of clothing|- Blue, or red.

-|after i get done stalking you, and find our about yourself.|-

-|personality traits|- Smart, over-confident,easy going, and crazy.

-|personality in detail|- Logan, he is a hard kid to describe. He mostly comes off gay to other men, but a total flirt when it comes to girls. He is just, uses his accent as an advantage. But, he only comes off gay when talking to men that he knows everything about. Inside, and out. Almost all the way on the outside.

“My mind is never made up” This is a thing that Logan really needs to work on. He has no personal opinion. Well, he does; he just doesn’t say anything. This kid relies on everyone for something. Maybe even a ‘do it yourself’ kind of guy when it comes to home projects. He isn’t the guy to half –ss it. Never, he is a man of detailed work.

“I wish I was a virgin again!” He loves the ladies, he tries to get into their pants, and when he does. Well, you better be single because he will start dating you. He is the type who sleeps with, and ends up dating. He does kind of fall in love easily, but sometimes, he doesn’t fall in love at all. It just depends if he gets to know you, if he does, he just may easily fall in love with you.

“What I look for in a girl” She must be smart, I will not date some dumb blonde. I hate when they are dumb, I don’t want to be the smart one in the relationship. He doesn’t care, he isn’t sexist with these things. He is sexist with things like sports. He has to be the best runner, the best everything when it comes to sports. Then, he hates blondes. He has nothing against them, he just hates their reputation. Dumb, and rich. He is rich himself, and will get a girl anything if they want. But, he knows a gold digger when he sees one.

“I just want out” This is a common thing Nemo says, and what he means by this would be, he just wants to stop doing whatever he is doing. Sometimes, modeling can get a little out of hand, and he just drops off the face of the earth. Then, just pops up once more. It happens at least a couple times a year. This is also something that will get him to get a break from his current girlfriend. Or maybe just to get on a weekend getaway, he avoids missing fashion shows that last a day. But could also last for a month on end.

“You can’t read my mind” Literally, you can’t. You can barely get to his soul. It is hard to even talk to him. He gets distracted easily, very easily. You’ll be able to say one word, but then he tunes out. He just, ignores you for a while. Not ignore, but shift his attention to something, or someone else. Wip.

-|parts of your history|- wip.

-|history|- wip.

-|interactions with other people|- I come off pretty strong with girls, and with guys, I am pretty funny.

-|crush|- I crushed a bug, does that count?

-|boy or girlfriend|- Single.

-|time to creep out in your house!|-

-|house|- [url=--]Click[/url]

-|my room|- [url=--]Click[/url] & [url=-]Click[/url]

-|car|- [url=--]Click[/url]

-|favorite item|- [url=--]Click[/url]

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fortune ∫ eighteen ∫ single



|| ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ||

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Zada Jacintha Qadira
ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ: Irish, but... don't look what it means on the internet.
ɴɪᴄᴋ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Zada means fortune, so I go by Fortune.
ᴀɢᴇ: I am eighteen.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female, why?
ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: I am slightly attracted to women, but I love my men more.
ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs: Tons.
ᴅɪsᴇᴀsᴇs: Uhh, not that I know of.
ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ: Starships by Nicki Minaj.
ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: I don't have a life.
ᴄʀᴜsʜ: Better try hard.

|| ғᴜʟʟ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ||

Zada has sweet bleached blonde hair. It is a bright yellow that is kind of faded, since she has spent so much time outside. From her less broad shoulders to her wide chest. She has large lungs for holding her breath for more than two minutes. She has a thin waist, with kind of large hips. She has the long legs that she uses to stand at her five feet and six inch height. Although, to most guys she is short, she is the tallest girl in her family. To her face, she has beautiful green eyes.

|| ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs ||
Smart
Sarcastic
Daring
Lovable
Out Going
Bubbly
Blonde - sometimes-

|| ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ||

This is that girl who is always dating someone, always holding hands; always talking. She does always do a lot of always. If that made sense.

Zada is rather, a good fortune per say. She always brings good luck, and can change the mood in a room right whens she walks in. If she is ready to party, well the room better be too. But, if she is depressed, well I feel sorry for that room. Bringing good luck is a normal thing to her, she has won the lottery before. Just by buying one ticket. She never thought it would happen again, and it did. She ended up buying a nice car. She didn't know the name of it.

Speaking of she doesn't remember, she isn't the best with names, or anything that has to do with memorizing anything at all. Giving her more time to memorize something, maybe a week or two, maybe a couple months. But, it will come to her, just give her time. But, sometimes she can be a little sarcastic, and weird. She may just come up to you, and know your name, but act like she doesn't just to annoy you.

She knows how to abuse her powers, her looks I should say. "The more skin you show, the more you will get a guy's attention" That is how she flirts, and how she noticed it in movies. You just pulled up your dress to the middle of your leg, and got a guy attention for them to pull over and take you to where ever you want to go. Now a days, you have to stripe down to the nude, which she will never be caught doing.

Cautious is a word that is engraved in this girl's mind, she has never slept with a guy. She is afraid of her doing that, and then getting her heart crushed in a matter of seconds. Although she is cautious, she can be reckless when it comes to sports. Sports is her life, well being outdoors is her life. She hates rainy days, being stuck inside. You might just see her outside dancing in the rain. She just loves the fresh air, she may be camping out in her backyard sometimes. -wip-

|| ʟɪᴋᴇs ||
Sleeping
Cold Weather
Ireland
Family
Friends
Men
Flowers
Chocolate Ice Cream
Slushies
Sweets
Did I say Ice cream yet?
Many more things.
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs Being Alone, because I talk to myself.
ғʟᴀᴡs: I am not a big fan of loud noises, and I dislike warm weather.
sᴋɪʟʟs: I can creep people out fairly well. I take that as a skill.



|| ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ||

Zada was born in Ireland, she kind of has a thick Irish accent, but it depends on you who you think she is. She grew up with a pretty normal life, had friends, a lot of family. Her mother and father were unable to have kids after she was born. Growing up with no siblings was hard. Her mother and father were never home, and she wasn’t allowed to leave the house alone until she was 15. She was basically locked in her house, but not for mean purposes, just for her safety.
After turning 15 she got her first boyfriend, they always spent time together. That was when her ‘always needing to have a boyfriend’ personality trait started to kick in, she was always known at the girl with many boyfriends. Although she had a lot, she never slept with any of them. Having deep respect in her religion, she refuses to do such a thing until she was married.

[abandoned.]

{. {. . Sophia Wright . >> Prophet << . Nineteen | 19 . .} .}

“If life is a fairy tale, then where‘s my happy ending?”

--------------- ηιcє тσ мєєт уσυ

_________________ηαмє .} Sophia "Prophet" Wright
_________________αgє .} Nineteen Years Old | 19 Years Old
_________________gєηdєя .} Female
_________________вιятн dαтє .} "My birthday is in spring. May 5th.”

--------------- єχρlαιη уσυяѕєlƒ ρlєαѕє

_________________нєιgнт .} 5'6 to 5'7
_________________ωєιgнт .} 124-126 lbs
_________________єує cσlσя .} Light and soft brown
_________________нαιя cσlσя .} Dark Brown
_________________ѕкιη тσηє .} Natural Light Tan
_________________вσdу вυιld .} At first glance, Sophia "Prophet" Wright seems like a weak, fragile girl who's vulnerable. She seems like she can't do anything on her own. But that isn't the case. At all. Sophia is actually very capable, independent and strong, despite what it appears to be.

Sophia has light brown hair along with matching light brown eyes, though her eyes are a shade lighter than her hair. She has a lightly tanned skin tone, which is natural. Sophia stands around 5'6 to 5'7 feet tall and weights about 124 to 126 pounds. She's not at all heavy and can probably be easy to abduct, though she will put up a fight.

--------------- тєll мє αвσυт уσυя lσνє lιƒє ♥

_________________cяυѕн .} Impress Her
_________________ѕιgηιƒιcαηт σтнєя .} "I don't even think there is one for me."
_________________єχєѕ .} "Ah...the most recent one was Greg. Turned out to be an *sshole."
_________________тυяη σηѕ .}
✖Smiles-especially nice ones
Hey, I don't want someone who doesn't smile. Dimples are a plus, also.
✖Eyes-any color
Someone once said that eyes are the windows to the soul. Besides, getting lost in them is...I don't know. Nice yet unsettling.
✖Confidence
Not overly-confident. Just the right amount.
✖Personality
I like it when a guy has a good personality.
✖Sensitivity
Meaning you aren't afraid to show your true feelings. You show you care. Show your true self, please.
✖Loyalty and Honesty
I want to be able to trust you. I don't want to feel as if you're cheating on me.
✖A sense of humor
I love it when I can make others smile or laugh and I love it when they can make me smile and laugh, too.
_________________тυяη σƒƒѕ .}
✖Bad Breath
I don't wanna kiss someone with bad breath. I can understand if you ate garlic, but it's not like you eat garlic everyday, right?
✖Moves to fast
Take it slow. I'm in no rush. I want to enjoy our relationship
✖Egotistic
Okay, sorry to burst it to you, but not everything revolves around you. The world doesn't consist of YOU only.
✖Alcohol & Drug Problems
It's fine if you do it every once in a while. Say, when there's something to celebrate. Well, the drugs thing is something you should never do, but alcohol is alright. Just don't go overboard and get drunk. I hate drunk people.
✖Saggy Pants
Um. Yea. No reason to show off your underwear.
✖Over-Protective/Possessive
I am not property. Protect me when I need to be protected. And I don't belong to you. I belong to me, myself and I

--------------- ѕкιη dєєρ, ωнσ αяє уσυ?

_________________ρєяѕσηαℓιту .} When someone first meets Sophia "Prophet" Wright, the words distant and unwelcoming are conjured.

When you first meet Prophet, she can seem a bit defensive and rude for reasons unknown. She for some reason has a hard time with trusting another. Maybe because of her history. But because of this, Prophet seems to be a cold girl with no feelings, when the opposite is true. No, Prophet is not a girl who opens up easily to others, at least not anymore, but she does attempt to let others through the barrier she has constructed and into her life. But this is difficult for her to do and she grows irritated by the fact, since she wasn't like this way before. She used to talk and socialize a lot more with friends and classmates and she used to care, but her life has taken a turn towards negativity and that girl has been buried away for the time being.

Once Prophet trusts you, she is actually a girl who likes to have fun. In fact, she's almost always up for fun. It doesn't mean she doesn't have a sense of responsibility, she just prefers having fun every chance she gets. She'll sneak out, go to parties, all that regular stuff that teenagers seem to enjoy. This is, of course, where the outgoing part comes in. Some close friends who've known Prophet for a long time would say that she was bold and daring, and sometimes stubborn. Prophet wouldn't even disagree with them, since she knows it's true. If you tell her that she can't do something, she'll go ahead and do it and prove you wrong. Though there are times that a logical part of her comes in and she decides against it.

Basically, if you give Prophet time and if you're patient with her, she'll eventually reveal the side of herself that she's buried. She'll introduce you to the side of her who isn't rude, who cares for her friends, and who can be vulnerable all at the same time.
_________________lιкєѕ .} Prophet has many things that she likes. Before the misfortunate event that occurred in her life when she was fifteen, Prophet loved to read and spend time with her friends. Over the years, she's forced herself to develop more interests. Prophet can now say she enjoys writing somewhat-when she wants to relax and vent out her thoughts and feelings. She also enjoys to take pictures and has recently taking a liking to playing the violin, though she does want to learn piano. Well, that pretty much sums up most of what Prophet likes.
_________________dιѕlιкєѕ .} She hates the b*tchy girls who think they're better than everyone around them, though to others she seems like one of them. She hates it when people lie and cheat and put others down to make themselves feel better or to look cool in front of their buddies. Idiots, she likes to call them. She also doesn't like cops and her grandfather, though she doesn't have to worry about them now. She hates hospitals and doesn't like injections or sharp pointy things that are supposed go in her skin. Oh, she also hates dentists and the fact that her grandfather forced her to attend the Academy.
_________________тяαѕυяєd ιтєм .} "Um..well, my memories of my parents, definitely. What I cherish most is what they gave me for my Sweet Sixteen, even if they weren't there to celebrate it with me. It was this locket. That's the front. This is the back. Inside, on the left, they had someone engrave 'Happy Sweet Sixteen. We love you, Mom & Dad.' On the other side, I have a picture of all three of us."
_________________σηє ωσяd тнαт dєƒιηєѕ уσυ .} "I don't know, to be honest. I think I would describe myself as...misunderstood, I guess."

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_________________нσмє .} Can't wait to move out from under my grandfather's roof...
_________________cαя .} My Honda Civic
_________________ρнσηє .} "The iPhone. Not the latest one. The 3GS. I don't care, it's still an iPhone, isn't it?"
_________________ρєтѕ .} "Ha. I wish. I am going to get one when I'm in college...actually...I should get one this summer so I can train it before I take it with me to college..."
_________________αηутнιηg єlѕє? .} Nope

{ Mark Anthony Huddles | Eighteen | 18 | Male}

Hᴇʟʟᴏ, Nɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.

Nᴀᴍᴇ: Mark Anthony Huddles
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: "Most call me Mark. I used to be called Ant until I got my growth spurt. I'm occasionally called Penguin because of my last name. Out of all of them, I think I prefer Mark."
Aɢᴇ: Eighteen | 18 | Senior
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: March 7th


Iᴛ's ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Mᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀ: To people who knew Mark Anthony Huddles before the tragic thing that happened his senior year of high school, they would say he was a great guy. He was flirtatious, but not to the point where he would hurt another girl's feelings or lead her on. It was only to the point of where she felt special and revered. When he did have an actual girlfriend though, he made sure to not flirt, staying loyal to her and her only. Mark was also a gentleman and extremely chivalrous. No, not in the overly cheesy way, but in the way that he would open the doors for you and pull out your chair.

He was also a sort of protector. Mark didn't tolerate people who thought they were better than everyone else. He was the type of person who was easy to become friends with. He became friends with everyone. And since he was captain of the football team, he made sure to set a good example, knowing that members often followed what their captain did because they thought it was right. This, in a way, had made him a sort of leader. It wasn't hard for him to become student council president because he cared. He made sure that every student felt comfortable and at home and if someone were to be caught bullying by him, he'd put a stop to it immediately.

So, I guess you could say that Mark was a sweet guy overall. But ever since the tragic accident his senior year, it seems like there's a shell of him. Now, he is no longer flirtatious and he doesn't even try to joke around, only offering weak smiles. He's still the same, but different. There's this feeling of sadness that comes from him and a feeling of loss and utter loneliness.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Mark's life was pretty normal as he grew up. For a few years, he was home-schooled, but in third grade, he started to attend public school. All was good and well. Mark adjusted to the change from homeschooling to public schools and was quickly accepted by his peers. Over the years, Mark had gained more friends and there never was a problem in his life. The occasional argument or fight between friends or family, but nothing too major.

Then, one year, in high school, Mark met a girl that he fell hard for. They had started to date at the beginning of their junior year and continued onto their senior year. On their one year anniversary, he had taken her out for a special night. They'd been playing and joking around, and then she'd started to run across the road to get away from him. Then, after that, all was a blur. There was a car, swerving and then his girlfriend was hit and sent flying, until she landed in the middle of the road, blood pooling around her. She was pronounced dead at the hospital and the driver was said to have a little bit too much alcohol and had been speeding. Since that day, Mark hasn't been the same.
Lɪᴋᴇs: Mark likes polite conversation. He likes to play his guitar every once in a while and he enjoys walking to clear his mind out. He probably spends more time milling about since the accident. He likes listening to music and you’ll often find earbuds in his ears, hidden by his hoodie. He also loves spending time with his family.
Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: He doesn’t like people who are rude and inconsiderate. He hates bullies and he doesn’t like the fact that people think they have to act like someone they aren’t just to fit in. In his mind, he sees it as them running away from themselves. Mark doesn’t like drugs or alcohol and has learned an important lesson off to the side about how they can harm the ones you love.
Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: Not Over You-Gavin DeGraw
Cʟɪǫᴜᴇ: Jock

Tʜᴏsᴇ Cʟᴏsᴇsᴛ Tᴏ Mᴇ.

Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ:
Cʀᴜsʜ: Impress Him
Dᴀᴛɪɴɢ: No one
Cʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ: None
Pᴇᴛs: Audacity

Aᴛ Fɪʀsᴛ Gʟɪᴍᴘsᴇ.

Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6’4
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 130-132 lbs
Bᴏᴅʏ Mᴏᴅɪғᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs: None
Cʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ Pᴇʀғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs: Mark will either wear jeans or shorts with converse. He’ll wear plain t-shirts and some graphic ones. He always has a light blue or black hoodie on, so he can listen to his music without a teacher disturbing him. Occasionally, he might wear a button down shirt instead of his hoodie, though it would mean he couldn’t listen to his music.
Tᴏᴛᴀʟ Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Mark has medium length hair with bangs that normally cover his eyes. His hair is more a dirty blonde mixed with brown in it. Sometimes his hair looks brown or dirty blonde and sometimes it looks like it’s in between. He has light brown eyes that can easily be considered as hazel.

Mark stands at six foot four and weighs around a hundred and thirty pounds. He’s not fat-it’s all muscle.

Oᴛʜᴇʀ: Um…yea apparently your friend here sucks at descriptions V.V

[carrie dee.]

{ O'course you're accepted, Fatal. And if you want that female position, you'd better get her up fast. ;3 }

[apathy,]

-|Beyond|- I am done with her, xD her form is a failure.