A m n e s i a…makes you…f o r g e t

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I N T R O

“Memories”-the mental capacity or faculty of retaining and reviving facts, events, impressions, etc., or of recalling or recognizing previous experiences. That is how the dictionary describes our entire life stories. Our pasts are the things that define who we are, if you grow up in a hard environment won’t you yourself become hard? I have my stories and you have yours, we have these for a reason…so what happens if you forget everything?
There’s a hospital, it’s not for the physically sick but for the mentally, here they help those who have lost their memories in an accident or traumatic event. Here you sleep, eat and live; it’s called “St. Helena’s” most people avoid it because of the rumor’s of who live there {murderer’s and psychopaths} and yet a few kids still come and volunteer their time to hang out with these kids.

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T H E R U L E S

Regular rules all apply in this rp {fade to black..pg 13..swears}
There is no limit to the amount of characters you can have but please be aware of imbalances in genders, I won’t have 13 girls and 6 guys, it’s pointless and just stupid.
Be nice to other user’s, it’s not at all fun when someone makes rude thoughtless comments to you. It is cyber bullying and will NOT be tolerated.
I can make more rules if I want, I will post that I have made changes if I do though.
Write at least three detailed sentences, it’s easy if you think about it. Make sure you can write three or I will bug you about it

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C H A R A C T E R S

{name/age/volunteer or patient}

boys
Tristan Klein/seventeen/patient
Braeden Hills/eighteen/volunteer
Maverick Wolf Jones/nineteen/patient
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girls
Allie{Ava}/Seventeen/Patient
Nicole Rose Kale/seventeen/Patient
Piper{Avril}/Sixteen/Patient
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relationships
____**____ {partners} ____X____ {don’t like each other}
_{girl}_—X_{boy}_ {she doesn’t like him} _{girl}_X—_{boy}_ {he doesn’t like her}
____—>___ {she likes him} ____<—____ {he likes her} ____<—>____ {they like each other}
____<3____ {dating} _____<3>____ {she’s cheating on him} _____<<3_____ {he’s cheating on her} ____</3_____ {broke up}

Piper {Avril}**Braeden
Allie {Ava}**Tristan
Nicole**Maverick

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[b][size=150]“I [color=#FF0000]remember[/color]…[/size][/b]
[left][img]PICTURE[/img][/left]
[size=85][b]“My [color=#0000BF]Name[/color] is…”[/b] {if they can’t remember it type their real one and the one they’ve chosen}

[b]“I’m [color=#0000BF]{Age in letters}[/color] years old”[/b] {birthdate here}

[b]“If you can’t tell I’m [color=#0000BF]a[/color]…”[/b] {gender]
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[b]“I’m a {one word description} [color=#008000]type[/color] of person…”[/b][right][quote] “Theme Song Title”
Chorus lyrics[/quote][/right]
{personality}

[b]“I [color=#008000]like[/color]…”[/b]
{-list of things}

[b]“I [color=#008000]hate[/color]…”[/b]
{-list of things}

[b]“I had a {one word description} [color=#008000]childhood[/color]…”[/b]
{history here, even if they don’t remember it}
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[b]“I [color=#8000BF]look[/color] like…”[/b][right][quote]“Theme Song Title”
one verse lyrics[/quote][/right]
{appearance}

[b]“I [color=#8000BF]wear[/color]…”[/b]
{clothing description][/size]
[size=150][right][b]…[color=#FF0000]nothing[/color]”[/b][/right][/size]

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S t. H E L E N A ‘ S

pool—gardens—fence—bedrooms—library—living room—pond {backyard}—theater/t.v room—kitchen—dining room—game room—garage
St. Helena’s is here for those without memory, these kids are generally a little more than scared and are sometimes on the verge of psychotic breaks if provoked. This is why they cam up with the Buddy system; the buddy system is one where patient’s are matched up with either volunteer’s or other patients and asked to spend time with them, this helps rehabilitate most teens to the real world.

St. Helena’s Rules
{break them if you want}
-In you rooms by ten
-Lights out by eleven
-You must have permission to go outside
-You must not go out past the fence unless told otherwise by staff
-You cannot leave your patient/volunteer alone
-No boys in girls dorm {and vice versa}
-Listen to the staff

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OPEN

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Ava}remember
Isabella }remember
Caterina}remember
Allie
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Ava-voice Isabella-___
Caterina-Pure
Allie-____

"Never Too Late"
This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don't belong?
Who would have guessed it
I will not leave alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late
It's never too late

Allie is eighteen years old, she’ll turn nineteen on September 5
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She is from Vancouver, B.C
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She is a girl

Allie is an introvert, it’s not a bad, terrible thing it’s just who she is. People drain her energy very fast so she hates going to crowded places such as malls and touristy places. She actually prefers reading books and admiring the beauty of things, from a nice and quiet

"Never Too Late”
Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late

spot of course. Given this first impression most people think of her as cold, rude and uncaring…but whoever though of first impressions as important? Voice. That’s what her first name means, maybe her parents gave her that name in the hopes that she would be one of those girls who would speak up for themselves and others. Sadly, giving someone a name doesn’t mean that they’ll live up to that name. Allie doesn’t like to bother people with her inner turmoil, she just grins and bears it, grins and bears it, hoping that it will all just go away if she does.Pure. Sweet innocent, sure Allie isn’t really very experienced in the world but she’s not naive. She’s taken care of herself for two years. She’s a very responsible but just like any teenager she gives into that feeling of fun and recklessness every now and again.
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✔Drawing
✔Photography {if she's on the right side of the camera]
✔Reading {Favourite pass time}
✔I pod
✔Music {she doesn’t care who sang it}
✔Singing {when no ones listening}
✔Summer rain
✔Windy days
✔Swimming
✔Hiking
✔Daydreaming
✔Nectarines
✔Cats
✔Strawberries
✔Dogs
✔Looking at art and other stuff
✔Designing her clothes
✔Being responsable
✔Disney movies {they’re too sweet}
✔Being herself

✘Control Freaks
✘Dancing {makes her nervous}
✘Being the center of attention
✘Tacos
✘Being labeled
✘High heels {stilettos/6”}
✘Pink
✘Sparkles
✘Her hair
✘Being Assimilated
✘Being told who and what sucks {she can think for herself}
✘Hot days {with no wind}
✘Pottery
✘Alcohol
✘Cigarettes
✘Television shows {who needs them when we have life?}
✘Being busy
✘Loud noises
✘People taking ‘care’ of her
✘Cookies
✘Cake
✘Photographs {only when she’s in them}

"Never Too Late"
No one will ever see
This side reflected
And if there's something wrong
Who would have guessed it
And I have left alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like
It's not too late
It's never too late

Allie was born in Vancouver B.C to a loving mother, there was no father he'd simply left. But yet for some reason her mother left as well, she left Ava when she was only a few months old; left her to an aunt. Now her aunt was what she liked to call 'free' she dated low lives and what's worse she married one. Ava was two when her aunt married some guy named Dave and at first things were all right. Then Dave started getting mad, he started getting mad about the tiniest things like chewing gum Dave’s sensitive nature couldn’t handle it and the only people to take it out on were Ava and her aunt. Maybe it was one too many blows to the head or maybe it was her own choice but one day she was left at the grocery store and forgot.
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Mom-location unknown
Dad-location unknown
Aunt-location unknown
Step Uncle- location unknown

”Never Too Late”
Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late (It's never too late)
It's not too late
It's never too late

Allie has light brown hair that falls in loose curls to her lower back, she likes to braid it or keep it in a bun so that it doesn't get in her way. Her skin is pale but not easily burned from the sun and her eyes are a hazel color. Allie stands at a remarkable 5 feet 2 inches.
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Allie likes to make her own clothes, sometimes she’ll rip or cut up jeans to make new things or she’ll sew pockets onto her shirts. She likes to wear darker colors, mostly black, red and sometimes white it’s just who she is. She doesn’t care what anybody thinks when she wears something, she doesn’t get dressed up for them she does it for herself.

She has no friends at the moment
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She has no enemies but that’s likely to change
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She’s straight
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She hasn’t seen anyone who’s caught her eye yet.

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“I remember…

“My Name is…” Nicole Rose Kale. Well, at least thats what they tell me. I know my name is Nicole, but I don't know any last names or middle names...

“I’m 17 years old” I was born October 30th 1995.

“If you can’t tell I’m a…” Girl.
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“I’m a caring type of person…”

“Words”
So many questions
But I'm talking to myself
I know that you can't hear me any more
Not anymore
So much to tell you
And most of all goodbye
But I know that you can't hear me any more

I am a very nice girl. I will always offer a helping hand and I will almost never deny somebody in need. I am thoughtful and caring, I always make sure that people are alright if they don't look like they are ok or something happened. I am very trusting, I easily make friends and I also fall for people easily. I am bisexual, although I am not open about it. I have very low confidence. I would never deliberately hurt somebody or anybody unless they have done something I really really don't like, and I am modest. I don't stand up for myself, and I usually hide my emotions. If I am very angry or upset, I will pretend I'm fine because I don't like to cause drama. If I am extremely upset though, I will explode. I will say pretty awful things and do awful things, and its all on a rush of anger that just hits me. I don't know why, and it takes a lot to get me to this point. I easily spill my own secrets to others, but its hard to get somebody else's secret out of me. I don't believe that they are my secrets to tell. I would never betray my friends and loved ones, I am very loyal. I am also easy going, I will usually do what you want to do instead of my own preferences. I don't like to do risky or dangerous things. I am a bit stubborn, if you tell me something against what I firmly believe in, I may not believe you. I am smart, and I like to make things count. I love art and music, I'm quite good at singing and photography and drawing and painting if I must say. I like exercise too, I like to swim and run. I have my good side and my dark side.

“I like…”
-Soccer
-Swimming
-Running
-Animals
-The Sun
-The Beach
-The Ocean
-Fire
-Music
-Art

“I hate…”
-Bugs
-Alcohol
-Sicknesses
-Darkness
-Night
-Breaking Rules
-Not Remembering

“I had a nice childhood…”
I grew up in a very happy household, with me as an only child. I wasn't poor or rich, right in the middle. My parents were happily married and we weren't a family to fight much. Then my mother died, she got cancer. That was when I was 16. My father became an alcoholic, and it was really really bad. If I tried to talk to him he would wave me off or walk away. One day we were out at dinner and coming home late. We had one of those rare fights in the car. My father was angry and drunk because I told him he can't drive me. We started yelling, and thats when things literally spiraled out of control. I kinda lost control too, I told him how awful he was because of how he never helped me after my mother's death. We hit somebody, we smashed into their car, full force. The car flipped, my dad's airbags were up, but I wasn't as fortunate. I was flung out of the car, I smashed right through the window glass. I can only remember little snippets of things, like fire burning, screams, sirens, the sound of glass breaking... I literally know nothing else. I don't know who my parents are, I don't know who my friends are, I barely know who I am myself.
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“I look like…” I have long dark brown hair that goes about an inch or so above my elbows. Naturally its wavy, and I like to keep it wavy, rarely do I straighten it. I have delicate looking features too. I have soft warm brown eyes that have flecks of gold in them and long eyelashes. I have full pale pink lips and lightly sun-kissed skin. My body is skinny and fit, from playing some sports. Sometimes my friends will say I'm pretty, but I think they're lying just to be nice.

“Words”
It's so loud inside my head
With words that I should have said
And as I drown in my regrets
I can't take back the words I never said
I never said
I can't take back the words I never said

{appearance}

“I wear…”
Pretty nice clothes, they are casual but comfortable and fairly nice.

…nothing”

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(Sorry to ask but is it possible I could use my own form?)