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[darlingdiablo]

[ Please take my female off for reservations, I will be sticking with my male- his form [well, a fraction of it... Okay, barely anything] is up ]

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[Cruze.]

If you look at your reflection
in the bottom of a well
what you see is only on the surface
If you try to see the meaning
hidden underneath
the measure of the depth
can be deceiving
The bottom has a rocky reputation

My name's James 'Pappy' Boyington, I don't have a middle name cause my parents didn't find it necessary. My nickname, Pappy, came from an old T.V. show called 'Black Sheep Squadron.' The main character had our same last name, or rather... we had his, however you want to put it and my dad loved him. When I was born, they called me Pappy from the start. In reality, the nickname fits me. Him and I have a similar personality. Most people just prefer to call me James, but I don't really care. Call me James or Pappy, which ever suits you I guess. I got the name James from my mom; it was just a name that she always wanted to name her son. Boyington is actually my mom's last name. My dad hated his last name and so when they got married he adopted her last name as his. I actually prefer Boyington over Hyman.... Boyington just has this ring to it... and James Hyman doesn't sound as cool to me.

You can feel it in the distance
The deeper down you stare
From up above it's hard to see,
but you know when you're there
On the bottom words are shallow
On the surface talk is cheap
You can only judge the distance
By the company you keep
In the eyes of the Confessor

I was born November 16th, 1989(22) in the small town of Beckwourth, California. I was born a healthy 7.8 pound and 19 inches at 7:39 am. I was born 2 weeks premature, but really, that doesn't seem to matter too much. After being at the hospital for a week I was finally allowed to go home with my parents, yup little James 'Pappy' Boyington got to go home after being 7 days old. When I went home I already had two older siblings. A brother and sister. My sister, Jessica, was the oldest and she was 7 when I was born, by brother, Jake, was 4 years old when I was born. Growing up with my two older siblings was fun, we did a lot together and we fought, eh, we mostly fought. I was always on top of them though, not my brute strength, but by pure brain skill. You know the whole, brains over brawn deal? Yeah I had the Brains, they shared the Brawn. I always had a little bit of that brute strength, but I depended more on my brains.
For about 8 years it was just up three siblings, that was until my youngest sister came into the world, Jackie. Before Jackie came it was always me versus my older siblings, when she got a little older, I had her on my side. It was nice because She could get away with most anything, so we made the perfect team: my brains with her pure cuteness. I was always the deceitful one of the family, and I always got away with it because I knew what to say, when to say it, and who to say it to. Often this is what helped me to so well in school, both grades and getting out of trouble.
I graduated on time, with every other person in my class from kindergarten up. There was nothing interesting about my school life, I avoided girls as anything more then friends, I didn't need that drama.... There was enough of it just being friends.

In the eyes of the Confessor
there's no place you can hide
You can't hide from the eyes
Don't you even try
In the eyes of the Confessor
you can't tell a lie
You cannot tell a lie
Strip you down to size
Naked as the day that you
were born Naked as the day
that you were born

Well given the fact that the only way I can tell you how I look is by looking in a mirror, I'm pretty sure that by looking at me you can tell me how I look. My general size is kinda small, I'm not very broad shouldered like a football player, but I'm not super tiny like a guy they would have playing on a movie that is the supposed 'Geek' -but they always look more attractive then you think they should....- Anyways, I am about average height, if you call 5'9 average, which I do. I find it to be the perfect height to not be called giant, and not be called a midget, it just right so no one can make fun of you about your height.... Unless they are super tall and are always looking down on you. That's just when I call them tall and play the game right back with them.
My weight is surprisingly heavier then I look- I know, it's all thanks to my epic muscle that I work sooo hard on. Most of my weight comes from my muscle- you know, cause muscle weighs more then fat- but all that 85 percent muscle means nothing to my brother, he's half the reason I'm in such good of shape. My 160 pounds of fat and muscle fits on my body tightly, it helps to show of my gorgeous 6 pack that I really don't care about. Yes, I like being in shape, it feels good, but I wouldn't mind having a washboard gut too.
My hair is a laughing mess. I wake up, it's in my eyes. I get a hair cut, it's in my eyes. I take off a hat, it's in my eyes. Get the picture? If not, let me say it for you. It's in my eyes! There. Express it enough for ya? My medium shaded brown hair is shaggy and I'm always trying to get it out of my eyes, but not matter what, it finds a way to sneak down my forehead and annoy the censored word here out of me. Yes, I just said 'censored word', deal with it. I won't cuss, so that's my general saying, get used to it. Back to my hair... Wow I just sounded like my sister there.... It's generally always flipped to the right, or the left if you are looking at my face. If you're looking at the back of my head, it's to the right. It's naturally straight except for right by the corners of the brim of my hat, it curls a little right there. I have small sideburns that go down to about the middle of my ear.... I think that's all you need to really know about my hair....
My eyes.... Well it should probably be known that I wear contacts. Without them, I am blind, even with them I can't read small text. When someone goes to my phone or computer they almost die at how large the text is, well in reality, I can read that, almost nothing smaller. Other then that, my eyes change color. No not my by mood or anything, but because I get colored contacts. I have a few different colors and then I have ones that are clear so you can see my normal eye color. My contact colors are a dark blue, a yellow, and purple. The purple ones are my favorite because purple is my favorite color and people are all like 'Woah! You have purple eyes!" When they notice my change in eye color. They do that too with the yellow ones, but I still like the purple ones more. My natural eye color is a hazel, they normally just stay hazel... or from what I know they do.

Take all the trauma, drama,
karma, guilt, and doubt, and shame
"What if's" and "if onlys";
the shackles and the chains
Violence and aggression;
the pettiness and scorn
The jealousy and hatred;
the tempest and discord
And give it up!

Okay, I don't get why everyone asks for three words when describing yourself. Seriously, what do you think I am? A sim? I am only put on the planet with 3 traits that describe me? No! I have many traits that work together to make me who I am. Geepers people....
As I said before, I have the brains of the family. When I say this I means I'm the smart one who always has a plan. What else does brains mean? Lumpy spaghetti with a bunch of red sauce? Don't really think so.... My pure smarts in the family is what helps me get away with a lot of things, I have virtually no strength to stamina, I reply on the cunning ability of my brain to get me out of things.
All of this brain work comes along with a set of great acting skills. Seriously, I could be James Bond If I wanted to... All I would have to do is legally change my last name... But that's beside my point. I am a great liar, which follows my deceiving pattern, I can lie in a split second with no hesitation and can make anyone fall for it. I've pulled it on just about everyone I know in order to stay out of trouble.

Well, it was nice getting to know me. So In my parting of this, here is an awesome picture of a Chipmunk cleaning his head. My suggestion is that you have a nice day!

[[ Pardon the terrible personality, it's still being worked on. ]]

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[elizabethhher]

{ may I please reserve the female? }

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[misfits.]

Tʜᴇ Bᴀsɪᴄs
“ Well, to start off with, my name's Ashtyn Rae Woodes.
Yep. Ashtyn. If you make fun of it,
I suggest you stay away from me,
or you better be a very fast runner. You'll be in for it.
You can call me Ash, Ashy, Rae,
anything that has to do with my name,
I guess. So, yeah...Okay! Moving on. I'm gonna give you a
hint on my age. I'm over two years old. Guessing?
If you guessed seventeen, DINGDING...
That was kinda awkward, sorry, so I'm seventeen.
Alrighty then! I'm British,
I have the accent and all but it's light, mostly
I'm American. My birthplace was in England,
I forgot the town or city or whatever.
Well, done with the basics, I think. Oh!
Wait, one missing detail.
And the most important one....
I'm a female, girl, chic, whatever you call us.
But I'm FULL-BLOOD female.
Don't believe me, check, then. Now, were done...
Hopefully.”
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Oɴ Tʜᴇ Oᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ
“So you wondering about my
appearance, now? Okay, well, you wanna know....
I'll tell you. My hair is a golden honey,
as you can see. And I live up to the whole
'blonde' thing. I say anything out of the blue,
I can't think before I say something,
and I don't always get things right away.
But I'm still smart. I'm actually two years ahead
in math, and I get a A+.
So, moving on. Okay, my eyes...
They're like a electric blue, with green
flecks and all, so, their pretty cool.
So, I'm kinda tall. Just like...Tall, tall. I think.
I'm 5'9. That explains it. Does it?
'cause I'm kinda lost. So, now you wanna
know how much I weigh? Eh?
Hurtfull...I weigh 110. Yup.
I'm pretty skinny. My skin tone is like
around the goldish, but still a normal color.
You know...Like I said, I'm like really slim,
but I still have my curve and all. Usually if your
skinny, It looks like you don't have a butt.
Surprisingly, I have one!”

Bᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ Oɴ Tʜᴇ Iɴsɪᴅᴇ
”Well...Now your digging down deeper?
Well then...Like I said before,
I'm the complete blonde package.
I say things without thinking,
it takes me a while to get some jokes,
I trip when there is nothing to trip on, but I am smart,
in fact I'm two years ahead in math, and still have an A+.
I'm not outspoken, and all, I'm actually pretty timid,
bashful, and all...that. Well, after I kinda warm
up to you, I can get along with people easy,
be funny, and random. But I'm typically bashful,
and stuff. I can be flirty, pretty sweet,
and act like a complete dork,
around a guy I kinda like.
They think it's cute, but I think
I look like a total dork, and stupid.
Okay, so if you get me mad. A warning;
STAY AWAY from me....I mean it.
I'll cause some serious damage to
whoever makes me mad and whoever's
around them. I'm serious...watch out.
So, basically I'm pretty laid-back,
funny, random, and sweet
if you don't p*ss me off or anything.“
~
Bᴀᴄᴋ Tᴏ Tʜᴇ Pᴀsᴛ
”Well, to start of with,
the first few years of my life was normal,
then everything changes.
Well, you know what I mean,
I'll just explain it. I was born in England
with my mum and dad and we moved to America.
Everything was all perfect and stuff.
That was until my parents divorced, when
I was three. They kept fighting,
and fighting, and fighting,
even though they were divorced.
It was ENDLESS.
And it just made me sick.
I even got in their faces once
and tried to set them straight,
and they just push me out of the way,
like a hazard or something. Finally,
when I was 10, and I was just about
to get sick whenever they fought,
I ran away, and some dude found me,
and took me in as his kid. He had a girlfriend,
he was nice, then my mom and dad,
came crawling back for me, finally. I leave that dude
I stayed with for a few weeks,
and shed quite a few tears,
but I was still happy my
parents stopped fighting.
Though, I was put into counceling.
I was a rebel since then.
Running around the streets with my dude friends,
spray painting graffiti, causing trouble,
getting into trouble, and one time
I accidentally got put in jail.
I didn't mean to, it just...Happened.
Okay, Well, continuing.
When my parents found out,
they thought they were careless,
and didn't even care about me.
I tried telling them but they didn't listen.
They just started getting drunk, going to parties,
and having non-stop hang-overs. It was HORRIBLE.
I mean...I swear to god, I was just about ready to die.
They were good parents!
They were blaming theirselves, not me!
But at least it's kind of better
than being grounded for the rest of your life.
My mum got arrested one night
'cause she was driving drunk with my dad,
but my dad was drunk,
he actually stopped drinking beer, etc. way,
before my mom did.
So, basically at the point right now...
All I have is my dad.“

Lᴏᴠᴇ Lɪғᴇ
”Interested in my love life, eh?
Well, I can tell you a few things...I guess.
I'm currently single, and expected to be taken soon,
I also prefer guys, so sorry ladies. I'm straight.
I am not crushing on anyone, but I'm open,
for dates,and all, so don't be shy to come
talk to me, and get to know me, then
ask me out on a date. I'd love to!
Their always pretty fun, I guess.
So, I'm gonna name off some turn-ons.
That means I'm naming off things that
I want in a guy.Okay, so I like guys
who have a cute, and a flirty little personality.
I think it's adorable. Guys who have a bond w
ith pets of any kind, has totally caught my
attention. But it depends. I like guys who can
deal with my softie and playful little attitude.
Like, poking them, and playing around.
Yeah....Turn-offs....I don't feel like
naming them. You'll know when
I'm not interested.“
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Mᴇᴇᴛ Tʜᴇ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ
Okay,
I know I didn't name off all of my family,
and mention any siblings, but now I can.
My mum's name is Christina and my dad's name is,
Joseph. Yup. Just some regular names...
Awkward moment.
I had a sister named Abigail, but she died in a car crash.
I also have a brother, but he's in college, earning a degree.
He never talks to me, or ever comes to see me.
It's like he doesn't care, but why share my bitterness with you.
Okay, now you know....End of story.
~
Wʜᴀᴛ ɪ Lɪᴋᴇ
I like allot of things. Yup. Allot.
I like hanging out with my guy friends. Not as dating,
just buds. I love love love skateboarding!
I've been skateboarding since
I could walk. I'm like a expert at it or something.
It also helps with the fact I can surf really good.
I love going to the beach, and tanning or
other stuff.Okay, I also like singing,
playing the piano, and my guitar.
Yep. I can sing, and play instruments.
Moving on...I like spring, and summer,
nature,horseback riding,
and almost all animals.Okay, now you know
some. If you wanna know more,
don't be afraid to ask me.
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Wʜᴀᴛ I Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇ
Okay, I like allot, but I do despise
things too. First off, I have a major fear of spiders
and clowns. With spiders,
'll freak out, run around like a dork,
and scream. Clowns....Same. But that's when
I murder the clown...almost.I hate girly-girls...
But I'll be nice to them, but inside,
I feel like smacking them or something. I'm a tomboy,
so yeah. I hate it when girls act snooty,
sassy, bratty, and when they're all like scared to do
something...Their such babies.
I don't like the color pink. No pink what-so-ever.
Sometimes I might wear it, but that's because
I only have thatto wear. I wear what I have.
I'm not picky. I hate players.
I swear, I will never talk to or be a player. They think
they can get any girl/guy, running after them.
Trust me, I had a ton of guys doing that to me before....
Now you know most, if you wanna know more, don't
be afraid to ask. C'mon...I don't bite...hard.

Wʜᴀᴛ I Lɪᴋᴇ Tᴏ Dᴏ
My hobbies? Mkay...
I like to skateboard, surf, hang with my buds,
sing. Yeah, I sing, and I can play the guitar,
and piano. You can ask me to play for you,
but it's hard to get the singing outta me.
Good luck, Haha.
You know my hobbies, now. I have more.
Wanna find out? Just ask.
~
Tʜᴇ Fᴜᴢᴢɪᴇs
When I say fuzzies.
That means my adorable little, bundles of joy!
There's Chance, my sexy little rascal (;
He's a husky x wolf. Weird, huh?!
He's the 'purrddiest' dog, I've ever had! (
Or atleast I think...) Well, I came up with his name,
because he was a stray.
I found him while skateboarding, he was so skinny,
and helpless, I personally thought he
needed a second 'Chance'...Eheheh,
see what I done there?
Eh, okay. Well, I have some more.
And then there's the cutest thing
you'll ever see. Munchkin, my adorable little
munchkin kitten. She seriously is a
munchkin kitten, its a breed,
believe it or not. Then there's my
baby bunny, Blackberry. He's a pure black,
lionhead, dwarf. So cute!
I love them all so much.
More than you can imagine, Haha.
You'll have to meet them,
their so cute.

[misfits.]

{The form kinda got messed up when I posted it, but when I was making it, it looked perfectly fine :\}

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