Love Knows No Boundaries<3 Gay/Bi/Lesbian Cruise Rp!

[god-and-angels]

Shaily smiled "Lets get in if thats ok with you" she said

[sameantha]

"Fine with me." she said smiling then jumped in.

[picallily]

Callie smiled at Charlotte "Thanks" Not too bad for a first day eh? Got a compliment and met a pretty girl. "So tell me abit about yourself" She giggled and stared at Charlotte smiling.

[Death-the-lover]

Charlotte
She smiled and folded her hands together, resting her chin on them. "hmm... I guess ill start by saying that im Rich, and thats a few reasons why people like me... hmmmm what else...." she paused, thinking.

[picallily]

"Really" Callie asked and then she continued "Well I like you and I didn't know you were rich" She said smiling. Callie fiddled with her hair, making a small plait to the side.

[Chaosin]

"I'm sorry. Was it nice at the foster home at least?" asked Elric. He only heard about bad ones in movies and books. He never went to one or anything. Elric felt bad for Tyler. He had the weird idea of having Tyler move in with him and his family. The house was so large anyway, there was plenty of room. He couldn't help but remember his dog again. Elric missed that dog he had to leave behind.

[Gah. Sorry, I fell asleep!]

[god-and-angels]

Shaily smiled and cannonballed in next to Hailey. She popped up her hair in her face soaking wet, she smiled goofily

[Death-the-lover]

Tyler
He said "Yeah it was fine.... its was just me and 12 other kids" he answered with a grin.

[imperfection;]

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Name: Emily Diana Van Hertz
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Gay/bi/Lesbian?: Lesbian
Crush: ( Open? )
Bf/Gf: Single.
Personality: My mind can switch moods just like that; I can be cranky, the next minute happy. Blame my bipolarness. Is that even a word? Anyhow, I'm pretty shy, but people say I'm outgoing. I'm actually really not. I only will approach someone if I have TO, which even then I hesitate badly. Like, imagine in class, the teacher forgot to pass me a paper he passed everyone else, I'll ask someone else to ask him to give me one. Yeah, that bad. I'm just so awkward.. It doesn't help with my accent. I also love to argue, which makes me annoying most of the time. I'm really anti-social. I'd rather stay home and play video games with a friend or two than go to a restaurant with the same number of friends and talk. I rather find it quality over quantity for friends. I don't care about popularity. For some reason this made me popular at one point of my life.. I honestly don't care though. I'm a really hyper and crazy person once you're my friend and we know each other. I'll just randomly hug you and stuff.. Which also adds to me being annoying.
I'm really stubborn and cocky; I won't back down from a fight or challenge even if I know I won't win or I'll get hurt. It's just the way I am. No one can convince me when I set my mind to something. But, I do think before I act. Atleast I do that. I guess that makes me friendly, though I'm socially awkward and stuff. I'm like a mirror. If someone gives me respect, I'll give them respect back. It's just fair. I'm not judgmental at all. I don't judge anyone. I only judge them if they're asking for it; shove your butt in my face? Obviously.. Be a snobby little female dog? Obviously. I hate snobs.. But that's another story.

History: I was born in Berlin. Of course, my family wasn't rich at all so we had to settle living in a trailer in the outskirts. It sucked, of course. I was too young to remember anything, thank goodness. My dad would go work everyday and never spend time with me while my mom was a stay-at-home mother and spent too much time with me, Eventually, my family was sick of living in a trailer with barely any money so we moved to Canada. It was still expensive there, and I have no clue how we even made the trip there, mom never told me. Anyhow, when we moved to Canada dad got a job like, right away, and we moved into a small apartment. They finally found happiness. We were a happy family for once. But for some reason, as the months passed, my dad would get more and more controlling of my mom. He'd slap, kick, punch, push, anything to make her listen. He'd yell at her until he'd lose his voice. It was an abusive relationship. When I was two years old, my dad literally went insane; he bought a gun. Guess what happened? Or do you even wanna know? Well, anyways, he bought a gun and it was about eight 'o clock. I was ready to go to bed and it was a couple weeks before my birthday. Obviously, I wanted a goodnight kiss by dad and mom just like a normal kid. Well, I didn't. I heard screams, so as a little kid, I got curious. I think everyone would though. And yeah, when I walk into the kitchen, all I see is my dad pointing a gun at my mom's head, in a headlock position. She was crying and yelling, telling me to leave. My dad, his face expression; it scarred me for life. I don't even wanna go in details about it. He yelled, "Emmie, if you call the cops; I'll kill your mother, you, and me. Don't do it." Those last words, oh god. At that time I was Catholic; I was secretly saying a prayer in my mind. After about thirty seconds after he said those words, he said, "I'm sorry Emmie. I love you." Bam. Mom fell on the ground. Blood splattered everywhere.
I fell to the ground, crying. I couldn't look up at that demon that killed my mother. Then I heard another bam. I didn't understand. I looked up and saw my FATHER tumble to the ground, ontop mom's dead corpse. More blood splattered everywhere. That moment, I.. I don't wanna explain how I screamed after that. I stood up and sprinted to the phone. I called 911 as fast as I could. I sobbed, I cried..For weeks.. It seemed like it'd never end. Nothing helped. I had nightmares for weeks, months, even. A couple weeks after that I was adopted by this couple. I didn't like them right away. They already had a daughter, and she was the snobbiest little kid I ever met. They were millionaires because they won the lottery. And this meant that everyone thought I was a 'rich' kid and everyone was jealous of me, so I had no friends. I wasn't a rich kid though. No one should've been jealous of me. I was still scared at that moment. Scared of everything. Scared of death.
Years passed by, and everything got better and better until a couple years back. My 'parents' spent ALL their money. They went in debt and were forced to sell the house. So, we moved in a small apartment. Except this meant that I had to share a room with my sister.. Urgh. We had no choice, though. We were still spoiled but our 'parents' couldn't even AFFORD it. Such retards.. They went in big debt, in like, the millions. I had to develop a huge crush on my best friend at that time though; so one time she came over to my place. We decided to have a party that night. I was dating Devon at that time. I didn't think I was bisexual, leaning on girls though. I thought I was straight. That night.. We were a couple of friends playing 'Truth or Dare'. We decided to play Minutes in heaven.. But the whole night. You know, truth or dare gets boring easily. So, I got paired up with my best friend, of course. Had to happen; get paired with my crush. So, we went in the bedroom and..did it. The next morning we woke up and panicked, whatever. All that. We puked and stuff. We had such a huge hangover. Me and Devon then broke up once he knew I hooked up with my best friend.
My best friend had to move a week later. I completely lost it. I was hurt so bad; another thing close taken away. We usually text and stuff, and a couple of months ago my parents kicked me out when they found out I was bisexual, leaning towards girls. I moved in with her.. I admit sometimes we get a little..deep. But of course, what do you expect when two girls that aren't straight move in together? She recently got into a relationship with another girl, so we've lost touch with each other. It's now time for a change though.

Room number: 2. xD
Looks: Look at the picture.
Other: Sorry for the long history and personality. I use this character for semi-lit+ role-plays.

[Death-the-lover]

((Accepted!!!)