ѕαу ι ℓσνє уσυ || Open + Accepting! ||

[SmittyWerbenjagerman]

[ Eee. Sorry. I'm working on my other boy. :p ]

[ｅｐｈｅｍｅｒａ.]

((Marking! (: reserve a girl and a boy please. :3 ))

[slaves to substance.]

Full Name:
Logan Mason.
I know, Logan is a guys name. My family is a bit unusual. My mother really liked the name and insisted one of her kids be named. When it turned out I was a girl my father joked and said my name should be Logan even though that was only meant for her son. Turns out she liked it for me and that's why I have a strange name
Nickname:
Feel free to make something up. I have quite a few from my family but mostly stuff from when I was a baby.
Gender:
Girl! 100% I'm SURE!
Age:
17 years young! Born on the 27 of October in Seattle Washington

Hair Color:
At the moment? Black. Naturally light brown but I've dyed it quite a few times. It has been bleach blonde, Fake Red, Dark Brown, and Auburn
Eye Color:
Blue
Height:
5"5' Yep, I'm short
Weight:
115 Mostly the dancing works me out so I'm not very big
Clothing:
Casual
Casual 2
Summer
Jeans
Skirts
Dress
Winter {No bag}
Casual 3
Shoes
Shoes 2
Shoes 3
Beanie 1
Beanie 2
Ballet
Ballet 2

Piercings:
Well, after one party I got my My Ears and Belly Button pierced. It didn't make my parents too happy but oh well
Other:
I also have a tattoo on my hand



Personality:
Well, I'm shy just around adults and sometimes people I either like, or I just think are stuck up. I don't really get along with everyone. As long as you don't bug the h*ll outta me, you should be safe. I'm not usually one to make the first move but I can be a bit flirty, not usually in front of everyone though. I like to have people know if I'm dating someone but I don't go around flaunting it in everyone's faces. love to hang out with friends.

Likes:
Shoes
Beanies
Night
Music
Guys
Piano
Photography
Poetry
Parties
Ballet
Dancing in general
Dislikes:
Quite
Jerks
Heels
Cleaning
Dirty stuff {Unfortunately}
Any type of Nuts {Allergic}
Cocky, Preppy, snobby people

Fears:
Snakes
Death
Scary movies
Just your average creep walking down the street at night
Hobbies:
I really love Dancing mostly Ballet, playing Piano, Taking pictures, parties, and hanging out with my friends.





Orientation
Strait! Completely boy crazy!
Crush:
Nope. None yet
Relationship Status:
Just got out of a serious relationship. Broke up once I found he was cheating
Exes:
Too many
Anything Else:
Nope!
Just Being plain ol' me.
Forever and Always.

[sawyer beans.]

I woke up this morning to the sound of birds chirping and the ray of sunlight. This was the first peaceful morning i've had in a while. This morning i didnt wake up to the smell of my own blood or the sight of my brother on top of me. Hello, Im Amber. Yes im a chick, thanks for your concern. My life totally sucks right now and im dreading the life i live. My brother abuses me and...wait...where is my brother? I shot out of bed and waited for the sound of footsteps but they never came. Reluctantly i let myself relax and went into my own washroom. I brushed my teeth, fixed my hair, and threw on a little makeup to cover the scars. Walking into my closet, i grabbed a sleeping with sirens shirt, black torn skinny jeans, my studded belt, a black beanie, and my converse. After putting it all on, i grabbed my skateboard and phone then jumped out my window. I landed on my feet gracefully then ran out to the sidewalk. Throwing down my skateboard, i headed towards the skatepark as i checked my phone.

[Memoria]

>> Approved! c:

[slaves to substance.]

||Thank you! I'll make the guys but it might be a while||

[Memoria]

"You all stop and stare, I don't need your pity. I'm living my life in this hell..."

I turned to the right from my street, heading towards the skatepark. I slowly took a jump off of the curb and used my hands to tug my pants upwards from the beltloops. I smiled slightly when I saw someone there, so I kicked myself off my skateboard and grabbed it and yawned, putting my other hand over my mouth and walked casually into the park. I looked beside me. Free space, halfpipes, ramps. There was a lot here. But what was strange is how there was only one person. I chuckled slightly in my deep husky voice, looked at the person who was also there, and realized that the person was really a girl. I made my famous half grin and I set forth on my skateboard again, feeling the wheels against the smooth cement and grinding across the pipe and heading towards the half pipe. Yes. I was a little of a showoff but I used it to my advantage.

[SmittyWerbenjagerman]

.:.|Username|.:.
Mocking Jay

.:.|Name|.:.
Chase Ryder Phelps

.:.|Nickname|.:.
Chase can't get much shorter.

.:.|Gender|.:.
Male

.:.|Age|.:.
Eighteen

.:.|Family|.:.
None here.

.:.|Pets|.:.
Shiloh, his male Beagle

.:.|Hair Color|.:.
Dark brown

.:.|Eye Color|.:.
Light Grey

.:.|Height|.:.
6'0

.:.|Weight|.:.
163 lbs

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.:.|Personality|.:.
WIP

.:.|History|.:.
WIP

.:.|Hobbies|.:.
Playing the guitar, reading, track

.:.|Likes|.:.
Most music, animals, having fun, being with friends, rain, thunder and lightning, the beach

.:.|Hates|.:.
Bugs, flies, mosquitoes, drama queens, attention hogs, text talk, sharks, most rap music, techno, fakes

.:.|Major Flaws|.:.
Thinking under pressure, being rushed

.:.|Favorite Song|.:.
WIP

.:.|Favorite Color|.:.
WIP

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.:.|Relationship Status|.:.
Single

.:.|Crush|.:.
Impress him

.:.|Boyfriend/Girlfriend|.:.
Win his heart

.:.|Exes|.:.
He never talks about them.

.:.|Spouse|.:.
Nope

.:.|Children|.:.
None

.:.|Your perfect match|.:.
WIP

.:.|Sexual Orientation|.:.
Straight

.:.|Other|.:.
Nothing comes to mind.

[ Sorry. Sort of a sad looking form at the moment. I'm not feeling very creative at the moment, and I wanted to get this up. My computer is being very slow, as well. I will add alot more as soon as possible, Once my computer, and brain start wanting to cooperate. :c ]

[Memoria]

>> Oo, he's cute.
Approved. c:
And ohh, it's okaaay!

[Mα∂иɛƨƨ.]

"I'm No Superman.. Im just... Peyton."

Name: Peyton.| Age: 17| Mood: Whatever.| Doing: Getting my Day started. Crush: "..."

J A S O N. M R A Z
'Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We've got a lot to learn
God knows we're worth it
No, I won't give up

Peyton woke up one morning to her alarm clock. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.Oh god...Peyton rolled over. UGH. SHUT UP!!! She exclaimed, covering her ears. But the annoying sound continued to play the song of its people. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Finally Peyton couldnt stand it. She got up, grabbed the alarm clock and chucked it at the far wall. Peyton watched as the alarm clock hit the wall shattering to peices. Whatever.Peyton said walking out to get her day started. She took a shower, got dressed,and ate one peice of toast. Peyton looked out of her window and sighed. Why did i get up. There is nothing to even do.She told herself. Maybe ill just go to town and see what the day brings She told herself mentally.Easy enough..whats the day have to offer. She muttered to herself as she walked out the door and started towards town. She looked around, her chestnut colored hair {With blond tips} was blowing gently in the breeze. She sighed, who was she kidding? She wasnt gonna find anything to do or meet anyone. She didnt fit in.. she was a "troublesome bad girl" that people dispised. She would rather set something on fire than go on a movie date. She rolled her eyes, continueing to walk down the sidewalk.

[{Lame post. Sorry.. School stuff is getting in the way.. ew.}]