lαѕт cнαɴce >> ғυll

[darlingdiablo]

{{ We are now open :3 Spot reserved for my two charries }}

Emerson ❝ Emery ❞ Reeds

E . m . e . r . y

{The words I use In almost everything on this form are I guess more 'old-fashioned' and possibly the way I described him, kinda ignore It, I won't write like that.}

ɴαмe Emerson Patrick Reeds
ɴιcĸ ɴαмe Emery {Thats basically all he's referred to as}, Emay {M - Aye}, or to those close to him, Emery-Bear {His mother always called him that as a child}
ɢeɴder Male
αɢe 19
orιeɴтαтιoɴ "Straight-er-ish." He's straight
crυѕн ---
relαтιoɴѕнιp Currently Single
нoмeтowɴ "Im a southern guy, let's leave It at that."
Theme song Drive By- Train
Physical Distinctions Tattoo 1 ;;

perѕoɴαlιтy

"Im not what you expected, Im probably not what you wanted, but In the end I'll be the guy you need." At first glance to Emerson, you'd see a quiet, unknown, shy, and unpredictable guy. But at first confrontation you'd see that he's just a generally quiet and laid back guy who tries to avoid drama at all costs. At times he can open and you can see that he's not so tough as he may present himself. To him, looks are nothing, and he judges someone by what they are inside rather than out. He's charming and Is quite the gentleman when It comes to girls, his father raised him the `ole southern way. Emerson {Emery} presents himself as a nice guy with many flaws, he may be a little fearless and open when you meet him, yet that view-point may change the very next day. Charming? Perhaps, It all just matter's on who's opinion Is it. Sad to say many people do not know Emerson for the person he truly Is. He's a little hard to attract, and unlike many fellow's out there he's not exactly the one to approach a girl and make the first move. Timid? Yes, you can call him that- but Its much more than that, actually. He's just a little to shy to try new thing's.

"I have an eye for noticing simple, yet beautiful thing's." Emerson has only two requirements for a girl. First, she must must be open to him and understanding that some guy's aren't all bad*ss and ready to fight. Thing Is, he will fight, but he's not one to try to spurge a fight. And Second, she needs to be smart- and not try to play dumb. He loves a girl with her own style, and one thats not afraid to take a chance. He likes sweet and dependable girls, and wants the type of girl that wouldn't mind just talking or joking around every now and then. He wants to live, not to be chained to an awkward wall with a wife that he'll never really know. Emerson has the knack for noticing the small and precious things In life. Perhaps you could say that beauty Is an attraction for him, as for all men, but he likes the simple things better than the flashy and arrogant life. For him, pleasing people Is high In demand, and he honestly would do anything to please anyone. He's just like that, and If he doesn't he feel's like he messed up but not being accepted by one person as oppose to another.

"Im not afraid or ashamed to cry." Emerson Isn't afraid to man down abit when It comes to emotions. He'll be the guy who has his shoulder out for another to cry on, and even he himself would cry his eyes out. Sensitive? Not so much, but he just know's that Its okay to cry every once In a while. He'll never let you catch him though, and prefers to remain alone In a tough time- rather than having support. He's a {Fruit loop} difficult guy that you'll never really know.

deѕcrιpтιoɴ

Emerson Is a rather charming young man who Is known for having the tousled hair that never seem's to be perfect, which gives him the rugged appearance. His hair Is dark brown, and naturally has It's little touch of the wind. He'll never ever put hair gel In It {But for the wedding he's required to- that'll be the day...} and no matter how hard he tries he can never do much with It. Emery has a nice build and Is quite the athlete. Running, Biking, and some sports- you name It. He has a nice tone, a slight tan, and a good figure.

Emerson Is first noticed by his light blue/grey eyes. They're more grey then blue but flecks of light blue dot his eyes and always leave a little mystery. His cheek bones a slight more intoned and noticeable then most men, and even though they're rather feminine he doesn't care. He's about average height, and the last time he checked he weighed around 200Ilbs- and he refuses to ever go over that.

His style Is always changing, but whatever It Is is always something on the darker and more casual side. Vintage here and there, and then maybe you'll just catch him wearing whatever ensemble he can pull from his closet that look's okay.
{I totally lost on this one question}

{ Completed }

[fatal attraction allowed me to use this, and if you steal it, I will and Fatal will report you. ]

[|RunningWind|]

{{ We are now open :3 Spot reserved for my two charries }}

May I ask what you mean by "two" charries?? I'm not scolding you or anything . . . Anyways, gotta go now. We can start . . . tomorrow.

[darlingdiablo]

{{ We are now open :3 Spot reserved for my two charries }}

May I ask what you mean by "two" charries?? I'm not scolding you or anything . . . Anyways, gotta go now. We can start . . . tomorrow.

{{ xP Blarg, force of habit- sorry. I just meant one }}

[|RunningWind|]

Okay, just checking! (Yikes, I'm checking a lot of things lately . . . )
-
Accepted. I'm going to start thinking about matches. As soon as Study in Scarlet gives us a name and a picture at least for her character, I will sort them out completely. Remember that your match is your dorm-mate and if you find your "true love" it doesn't have to be your dorm-mate. Just re-iterating that. One last thing which I have forgotten: please no sexual activity. Okay, I'm not going to ban it. But no one whatsoever is to fall pregnant! Then things just get complicated and we'll have to sort your life out again! *Winks*

[Study in Scarlet]

{ Michael Lensherr } » { Twenty-two } » { Striaght } » { Irish + German }

❝Hello, to whom it my concern, my name is Michael Brandt Lensherr. Too hard to pronounce? Well I shall break it down for you slightly dull-minds. First say Mi-cal. Now Mi-cal Ba-ran- dt. Finally put it all together, you get Mi-cal Ba-ran-dt Len-ser. Too much? Sorry, but I am tired of telling everyone how to prononce my name. Oh, I see you want more information on my name do ya'? Fine, well Michael is Irish, and Brandt and Lensherr are German. Any more stupid questions? Some people like to call me Mike, because they're too lazy to and the ael. If you didn't get the point, don't call me that. Got it? I am twenty years of age, and yes I am a legal citizen of Ireland, America and Germany. I speak German and English, fluently, and though I was born in Germany, I was raised in Ireland. Did I forget to mention I am a male? I do have a family, a mother,father, and little sister, but they live in Ireland still.❞

❝I would like to start with the fact that I am half German and half Irish, so yes I posess the European light tan skin tone. I know I am not the sexy man women love, but hey I get the handsome guy a lot. My hair is medium brown color, I don't know if it's quiet considerd auburn, it is some-what sort and well tapperd on the sides. My eyes are a blue-green color, apparently I get it from my mum's father, though I've never met him. I am tall, yes a staggering six foot and three inches. I love how I can always see over everyone's head, in crowded places. I get tan in the summer, so it's not like I am the Irish freckeld, ginger that turns bright red in the sun, though my mum was. People say I look like my father, more than my mother at the least. My father has thhe same skin, hair, and nose, but I posess my mothers ears. Ears ... strange right? Any way, I am beging to rambel about myself. Shall I stop? Well I suppose I am finished. Well other than the fact that I am skinny and fit, I exercise evey day. I am not self-concious, because I figure ' Hey you can't change how you look anyway, might as well learn to love what you've got.' I am not saying that I think I am the most sexy man alive, but I don't worry about my looks because they are what they are, Despite what you may think, I am rather humble about the whole looks thing.❞

❝ Before you even ask, I like girls not guys. So in other words I am I'm no way shape or fourm gay. Just because I don't have a girlfriend, people tend to assume the worst. My last girlfriend dumbed me a few years back, she said I was too ... what was it again? ... sarcastic or something like that. I like a shy and intleligent woman, who can stand up for herself, yet is still beaitful in the process. No, no I am not as shallow as you think, and looks aren't everything to me. I like whitty, charming ladies with fun twist. I think I've said too much already. For the record I am very hard-to-get. Oh, yes, I am not sure about the whole kid thing yet, I mean they're cute and all but ... well they can be irritaing. I guess if I meet the right one, and so on .... it's not like I will sudjust an abortion or anything like that. I should shut up, before you mistake me for a hopless romantic fool, which I am not for the record ... well mabey a little. Okay, okay I am done now.❞

❝I was born on April 2nd in the year 1992 in a small town named Heidelburg, located in West Germany. When I was two years old, my parents Adele and Josef Lensherr, moved our family to Killarney, Ireland. I spent most of my youth there, and devloped an accent in the local tounge, though I spoke English and German at home. My father poend and ran The West End House, a reasutanrt in which he was the chef. I attended St. Brednad's Catholic school, and served as an Altar boy in my church. When my little twin sisters arrived, I was seven years old and everything was going great. Then tragidety struck, my mother and father were in a car accident, they bolth survived but one of the twins did not. My sister, the one whp wasn't in the crash, lost her bestfriend, and I don't think anyone was the same sfter that. My father was left diabled, by the crash, and unable to work, I got a job full time at only the age of seventeen. I still send money back home, even though I am living on my own in America.❞

❝ I am the type of person who will always refuse help, even if I need it. I grew upon on the principal that every man must provide for his family, no matter what the cost. Besides, it drives me nuts when people assume because a family member died, you injured, or sick that you need help. Not everyone like charity. Strong willed, that's just a nice way of saying stubborn, but I have to admit it's entierly to true. I guess some people would call it coky, or even vain, but I know when I am right, and won't listen to you. I have always been that way, refusing to do what I didn't think was correct, and most times it pays off. I can admit, I am not always right, but I have the stick-to-it attitude to find out. I have been rferd to as Sherlock, for the sheer fact that I love to solve mysteries. Yes, I do think I am pretty cunning, but who wouldn't think that of themselves? I don't go around and tell everyone I am smarter than they are, but if you want to prove me wrong, I bid you to do it. I always love a good laugh. The beauty of laughter is, it's the cure to almost anything. As you could already tell I like to crack jokes here and there. Sarcasim is a wonderful trait, personily I think that sarcastic people are the funniest. I don't want to bragg on myself, but I think I am very courageous. I'd risk my life to save someone inneed, not matter whom it is. Courage is an atribute that I think all people should at least try to have. Yes, I will fight you tooth and nail untill one of us, preferibly me, is proven correct. Yes, I know a little childish, but hey it's how I am. I mean doesn't everyone want to be right? I'd like to think I have a kind heart, most of the time. I have a soft spot for children and women, obviously. I hate a person whom is unkind, so yes I often hate myslef, because no one is perfect. I tend to act rashly, and not think before I do. It is one of my many fatal flaws. I act on emotion, sometimes, not rational thoughts. Yes, I can get a temper. Doesn't everyone? And yes it sometimes can control how I respond and act.❞

❝ My crmie life? Well I've stolen a few thing: motorcycles, cars, machine guns, knives, money you know the basics. I wouldn't say I am a crminal, but I do have a rap sheet. Yes, yes I know I don't really seem like that type of a person, do I?❞

I know this is kind of a lazy fourm, but I hope it works alright. :3 I am trying to be active, but between school, family, an Kung Fu I am a little busy sometimes. c:

[|RunningWind|]

Lolz, it's goods xD
Right-y-o, am beginning the matches. I will message everyone who their match is and will post a list up on the Characters & Matches Post. Thanks for your patience everyone! c:

[|RunningWind|]

~ тнe ѕтαrтιɴɢ oғ α ɴew lιғe ~

ѕeттιɴɢ тнe ѕceɴe: You are on a small ship - Lady of the Sea, big enough for a dining deck and several private bedrooms, but too small to host more than 30 people comfortably. It is approximately 2:30 pm and your island home for the next couple of months is in sight, a long golden slit on the horizon. The Captain has informed you that arrival time will be between 3:30 and 4:00, depending on the possible change of winds and swells. Your three day journey is coming to an end . . . And merging into the start of the new one . . .

cαrrιe celeѕтe вrowɴ | 17 | coɴғιdeɴт

Mood: Nervous
Whereabouts: On board the Lady of the Sea
Relationship Status: Single, straight & crush-less

I lean on the ship's rail and sigh. I don't give a thought to the fact that there's salt water on its surface - it's too hot to think. The sun beats down on me, scalding my bare feet through the deck. I chew my lip nervously. The island is getting larger and larger and I'm starting to actually think about what it's going to be like. I wandered if we'd be in seperte rooms, or whether we'd be sharing. And if so, with who? Girls I sure hope. Anyway, I'm not counting on having nice guys at this place. Okay, so I'm not going to judge them by their looks, but I mean, what kind of good guy thieves get sent to "special" camps as one last chance to turn their lives around? None. That's the answer. Only bad guys get last desperate chances. But then again, some bad guys can be hot . . .
I shake my head, trying to figure out when in my life I started thinking bad guys we're hot. I glance up at the island again and notice the tiny wooden resort this time. Of course, it looked small from here, but I had a feeling it wouldn't be too bad. The pictures in the pamphlet showed a bright, but not too fancy, place with grinning young adults. I had seen a few famous ones from our large community of contacts . . . But they weren't looking quite as enthusiastic as the others. I wasn't really all that proud of being a thief - though I was pretty proud of my work over the years . . . - so I wasn't going to try to not be happy. Don't get me wrong, if this place sucks, I'll be begging mum and dad to get me the f*** outta here, unless it's the people that don't suck . . . I sigh again. The places dangerous thoughts can go.

[Lacuna]

Sᴛᴇᴀʟs: Cᴀʀs | Aɢᴇ: 20 | Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ: Sɪɴɢʟᴇ

Ted spit over the side of the railing, looking out at the island that was slowly coming into view. Absentmindedly he wondered if he had packed everything in preparation to go ashore, assuming that he hadn't. He knew that he should probably get on that, but shrugged to himself instead. He thought about the voyage--he had met many people on the trip, but felt hard pressed to remember their names. It occurred to him that he should have payed more attention to the guys, as he was probably going to have to live with one of them, but instead he just hoped that his bunkmate would be able to deal with him.

More than anything, Ted was hoping that this camp had fun activities. He liked to snowboard, but they were in the tropics. Maybe they would teach him how to surf or something? He didn't know, as any information that was on the pamphlet he had received as long forgotten. The biggest problem that he had with the whole situation was the fact that they were on an island. There were barely any cars to begin with, and no way to get one. His fingers itched to drive something, anything, and he hoped that there were golf carts at least. As the boat continued to approach the shore Ted thought longingly of the snappy little motorcycle he had been caught with, the reason he was there. Who knew that people smart chipped their bikes now? Grumpy, he finally decided to head below deck to pack his suitcase.

[toast;]

Lucille
Lucy / 18 Years / Queasy / No one / Single

Lucy sat by the railing, the back against the protective poles and her head between her knees. Three days at sea hadn't been helpful for her and she had felt sick just after a day on the waters. She had immediately wished this center wasn't on an island, or that they had flown in. Anything but a ship. Even as a youngster she had problems with them which often kept her off cruises. That, and her history of petty thefts. She had been caught a few times before, but only for small things. When she graduated to larger things, she had smoother get aways and less police on her tail. She even had her own signature after a while, a bit of a taunt. A simple piece of paper with a happy little donut on it. She left it behind everytime. Take that, cops.
A soft groan left her lips as she slid onto her side and just lay there, ignoring the fact that she was in full view of many others. Afterall, haters gonna hate, aren't they? It wasn't like she cared anyways. She wasn't trying to impress anyone. Everyone was like her, a thief. Not a very good first impression, even if she hasn't met to many people. D**n you mom. You know I can't take this! She thought bitterly, lifting an arm and pulling her hair out of her eyes. Glancing around for a few seconds, she settled on studying the text on one of the walls to get her mind of the rocking motion of the ship.

[|RunningWind|]

cαrrιe celeѕтe мαтнerѕ | 17 | coɴғιdeɴт

Mood: Neutral
Whereabouts: On board
Relationship Status: Single | Straight

I wandered over to the dining deck and reached into my purse. Paying the counter lady grudgingly, I shoved a sauce-soaked chip into my mouth. I watched the ocean for a bit - glad I don't get sea-sick - before sauntering below deck to my hired room. I wolfed down a few more chips and started throwing everything into my tiny purple suit case. Clothing first, then the gorgeous set of jewelery I . . . Stole . . . And finally the bits and pieces you really need to survive but you wish you didn't. E.g. Leaking toilet bag. I giggled, shoved the blue satchel into a plastic bag and finshed off the rest of my belongings. Well, some fo them never used to be mine . . .


{{ Sorry about it's shortness and crappiness; I'm totally stuffed from sleeping. xD It can get much better than this . . .