αυтυми я α ι и → semi-lit. → accepting.

[peachie.]

{ Thank you! I can't wait to start! (: }

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[ neither can I xD I just want to get a few more boys before we start.

[t h e Ready s e t]

↳"Me and My skateboard..."↲

→иαмє- [ Billie Mae Wolfe ]
→αgє- [ 16 years young ]
→∂єѕ¢яιρтισи- [ Long brown hair, crystal blue eyes and a tall, skinny body ]
→ρєяѕσиαℓιту- [ "I'm a smart, little geeky girl!"
- Billie was always the one to read Marvel or 'die' if her skate board was signed by Tony Hawk. She loved the comics, video games, and she is awesome in school. She has straight A's every year. She loves life and could never stay away from her friends. Even though she was rich as a kid. She doesn't rag about it. It was her father who had all the money, took it all away when he left. Now, Billie lives at the end of town with no one, by an abandon constructional site. It makes for a good skate park, but she hates it, alone with only like, what? 2 friends? She never had a good life, she just wishes someone can help her now.]
→нιѕтσяу- ["Erm...."
- Billie was born on the streets of New York, scary place you know, raised as a richer kid, but she always hated it, all the other kids called her names and never talked to her. She always sat alone at lunch with no one, but as the years went by, she slowly became friend with other kids, had friends, and soon was a really good friend ti some people. Just as her life was getting better, her father left her and her mother behind for another girl. That girl became her step mom, but Billie never learned to love her. She went to her dad on the weekends, but she never liked it, she always wanted to go somewhere else. Years later at age 13, her mother had became very ill over the winter. She had really no money for medicine and over a few days, she died. Her father had seem to forget about her, and Billie ran away. Too the last of her money, he skateboard, and a few clothes and possessions and left. ]
→ωну- [ Her mother died and her father seemed to never answer or remember her (its in the history )]
→тαℓєит- [ Skateboarding and dancing... shes not that bad of a lier either ]
→¢яυѕн- [ No one. She'll never seem to find anyone, either.... ]
→вσуfяιєи∂/gιяℓfяιєи∂- [ Nope.... ]

[darlingdiablo]

[ mintchoco101 and I n e v i t a b l e. accepted! amour would you be able to add a bit more to your form; just so I can see you can keep up with the standard posts? the others I'll reserve a spot for on the front page. Landscape, you can just have a description but it may be a good idea to keep the picture just for a first glance thing. : ) by the way, if anyone is able to make a boy I would be grateful xD

{ Awesome!! Thanks a bunch, I'll finish my guy when I can get onto my computer, which should be soon :3 }

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[ Welcome! That's fine : )

[darlingdiablo]

↳↲
→иαмє- Jesse Marie Vice
→αgє- 17
→∂єѕ¢яιρтισи- Jesse has this outer appearance that makes her seem vulnerable, weak, and most of all- underestimated. But Its mainly because no ones really seen her. She has a nice build- toned skin, and shes always running, always moving. She has a nice little tan going on from being in the sun, and her dark amber eye's really bring out her dark eye-lashes. She's a little under-weight, but shes not skin and bones. Her height, on estimate, Is 5'6. She looks frail, but shes a tough as nails. She has various scars here and there- maybe she'd been in a fight with a gang, or maybe she'd accidentally hurt herself when she was trying to escape from someone. She has nice stomach-length blonde hair, which Is natural, and she admits she had It died years ago- but the color never properly faded from her already-blonde hair. All In all, she's not what you'd expect of a girl on the street's.
→ρєяѕσиαℓιту-
"When your down, all you gotta do Is just keep swimming."
Being one of those people who tries not to let anything get to them, Jesse has to keep her guard up, ears open, and head down low. She doesn't like a critique and being the one to judge her Is like being the one to kick her down to the ground. She doesn't take lightly to judgement, and would rather you go and punch her then spread a mean word. She tries to remain cheerful, or semi-happy, even when the world her crashes down onto a huge heap. Her life wasn't anything close to normal, but honestly- Jesse would rather It be the way It Is then change It. The homeless part, she could live without- especially with little to no money. But she Is a strong girl, and will forever remain that way. You can't knock her down, you can only give your best shot.

"Im no Master of Disguises, your just an idiot who tries to figure me out."
Jesse Is known for being held inward, quiet, shy, mysterious even. She's not the type to approach, nor Is she the type to fight. Though she doesn't trust easily It doesn't mean she won't trust you at all. Winning her trust Is like winning the lottery, priceless. People say she has many masks, and that she covers herself because she doesn't want anyone to know the real her. Some say she contains a hesitant look, others say shes very wary and on-guard. You've got It all wrong, because she's nothing like that. She's just a scared girl trying to survive in this big scary world.

"Im tough, not strong, not unbreakable, just tough."
She will always be tough, and she has always been tough. It's not a lie, she's been through a good bit. Street Smart- absolutely. But she does have her moments when her past invades her head and decides she needs a memory to keep along. Its not her to cry, It never will be- but even the strongest egg must crack at some point. Now, this 'tough' as you call It isn't just to describe that shes mentally tough. She Is also physically, because while some girls cry over a broken heel, she'll cry over shattered glass in her foot, considering she likes walking the city streets barefoot.

"It was always me."
Fake. Real. Fake. Real. Apparently to some Fake Is the new 'Real'. But what Is Real anymore? Jesse. Jesse Is real. She might lie, but only to protect herself. She may be insecure, but what girl her age Isn't just a little? She may get jealous, but thats okay- everyone can be that way. But mainly, she's true to who she Is and that won't ever change her. Shes been the same girl, thick or thin- so Its time to accept Its always been her, the real one. She's not afraid of being judged.

"I'll admit, Im not always closed-in and shy."
She Is dependable, wild at heart, and forever outgoing. She's a follower, not a leader- and she will never let you fall. She'll protect you, stand by you, and she will always have your back. Strange as It seems she has a sweet and nice side to her- no matter how far down It seems to be buried. She doesn't make the big things important, to her Its the little things that count. She's somewhat sensitive, a little attitude might be expressed when she defends herself, but hey- no ones perfect.

"You can't always judge a book by her cover, because shes not always what she seems to be."

→нιѕтσяу-
Early On
I had always been the girl who everyone talked to and respected, but one that not everyone knew. I had a perfect family: A loving mother to greet me and love me no matter what, a protective older brother that was always there for me, and an over-protective dad that did everything he could to make everything as best as It could be. I was never a really spoiled child, and I learned to work for what I wanted- which gave me patience. Well anyways, one day- family was home safe and sound. The next- I learned my brother was going to join the Army {him and his friend Ryan had this crazy idea} Now, I know what your thinking- So what? Well, the point being, was that my brother was the favorite child {I had no jealousy problem, or actually I had no problem at all with that}, and losing him- whether or not he was dead or alive- was like losing the world, in my parents opinion.

Yet he did go with that decision, and I respected him for standing by. He left in the early summer- then I was only 13, and the soldier who left to protect his country was now gone and ripped from my own hands to protect. My father had started to show physical signs of stress, especially when my brother didn't respond. My mother started smoking, drinking... Forgetting...

It was early winter that same year, and the temperature seemed to drop. We hadn't heard from him In a while- but we assumed he was fine. So, we packed our bags and headed for the special little land-In where my brothers plane would land, In It was his good friend, Ryan. But upon arrival, nothing seemed right. We waited, along-side with other soldiers families, and one by one they seemed to meet up and hug. Still no brother.

Ryan was the last to exit the plane, and he was dressed in his uniform. He dutifully bowed his head toward us- a meek expression on his face. Him and my brother had attended the same grammar school and high school together- and Ryan was always the cheery fun-going guy. Yet he was there, and next came out my brothers wooden casket- flowers already placed atop.

That was all It took. No actual good byes. No big heart break or tear shed.

But I wish to say my parents were still somewhat capable of loving their child afterward. I loved my brother, yet I pushed It all away- or tried to. Mother became a drug addict, and committed suicide. Father, the strong arm that always guided me, was now nothing more then a zombie. He didn't talk, he didn't communicate. He was just a zombie.

So I ran. And I never looked back.
→ωну-
Im always asking myself that question, but I just soon accepted that I really had no other answer other then everything got really screwed up in my family- and I didn't want to be pull under with them.
→тαℓєит- Offense- Fighting
Persuasion- It's sometimes the only way to get people to listen to you
Trying to Forget- but I always do remember
→¢яυѕн- Will update
→вσуfяιєи∂/gιяℓfяιєи∂- ---

↳↲
→иαмє- Niall Roman Carter
→αgє- 18
→∂єѕ¢яιρтισи- Niall Is one of the typically rare guy's who can look fit and well even when hes under-fed. I mean, we can admit he runs and works out alot- and has to to fend for himself, but he just has this nice build. The guy has a deep voice, not scratchy- just smooth and deep, Its his distinct feature, too. He's around 6 evenly, weighs in a little under 150 lbs. His normally bright-green eye's sometimes change to amber- crazy, right? He Is a brunette, and has a good tan from the sun.
→ρєяѕσиαℓιту-
"Lets be fair. You cover my back, I cover yours."
Niall has anyone and every back, and he's always watching out for you. You may not realize that he's watching from a distance, but he may be. Its a rare occasion that he'll present himself to you, and even then he'll be on guard. Its just him to be over protective and caring- thats always been him and will always be him. Its hard to take that and put It with him, but Its him alright.

"Would your prefer me to be a Rule Breaker, or a Heart Breaker?"
Niall was never one to play by the rules, and was never one to go by guidelines. He's a rebel, and see's to ignore punishment, pain, lies, rules, rumors- all the things that can make you take a step back and worry. Forgive and Forget, It's his motto- but not just toward people who have hurt him, but just to bad memories. Now, while he may be a kid on the street's with maybe only a few bucks in his pocket, he does have some standards. He builds relationships with people for survival, which also benefits them as well. Call him old-fashioned but hes your natural gentleman. He would put everything behind him If he made someone smile, because to him- happiness Is the best gift.

"Don't give a d*mn, and I never have."
He's not heartless, but lets face It, he can't stop by everyone upset that he see's. If Its not his own problem then he'll try to ignore you, and he'll tried to move onward. Its nothing personal, but he doesn't really like getting involved with others. He'll shy away from It all and just bury himself behind a shadow. He doesn't care what other people think of him, either. He'd rather be judged for who he Is, not for what he is not.

"Keep calm and don't panic."
Remaining calm In any situation Is whats normally distinguished from Niall. No matter whats going on around him, whats being said, whos being hurt- he always maintains his composure and keep's his cool. Some question how In the h*ll he does It, but he says he's just laid-back and worry-free In general.

"You cry, I cry. Simple."
Niall will never be the strong arm to hold you while your crying, or to support you while your in tears. He'll be crying with you. Such a man -.-. But Niall, for one thing, Isn't afraid to show his true emotions and lay then out. He'd rather let you see as himself then himself behind a mask. He does tend to bottle many emotions- and when they overpower him they release.

"YOLO- The Motto of my life."
You only live once. Niall takes much advantage of that and will do anything and everything he can do before he dies. He breaks rules, runs, hides, gets caught, tries new things, gets caught again- and over and over It goes. He intends of living life to the fullest and not letting anyone rain down on his parade. So, instead of his simple little quirky, funny, outgoing side, there Is also his side that Is determined.

"Make It count, you only have one shot at life."


→нιѕтσяу-
I can honestly I don't know what made me where I am today. Possibly It was because of my little sister, who suffered with a brain tumor- and who died of cancer. Maybe It was because my single mother couldn't support the hospital bills, food bills, or just the regular bills. Or maybe was It that I have a son, who would a few months now- but was my unborn son. Thats right, his mother got an abortion, she couldn't handle her mistakes. I would have been there, but no.

So there goes my sayings. Father was never around. I was an accident. My sister was another one. My mother never did learn from her mistakes but she sure did try to make things better. We all did. Yet my sisters critical condition wasn't anything we could let slip off.

So there ya have It, nice and slick.
→ωну-
Who knows anymore
→тαℓєит-
He sing a little- but mainly he does It to himself when he has nothing else to do
→¢яυѕн- [you can start with one]
→вσуfяιєи∂/gιяℓfяιєи∂- [you can't start with one]

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-done-

[Landscape]

{When will we start?}

[carrie dee.]

{ Unfortunately I'm on vacation at the moment, by I'll be able to have them finished by the end of the week. Thanks! }

[. silent]

[{ Reserve a girl for me, please? }]

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[ Dead Love and Inevitable, both accepted. Reserving you a spot snow. infinity that's fine!
Seeing as we -will- have ten girls in total (currently) and only five boys, we will start, when at least two more boys are made. Can any one make a boy with their girl? Please xD