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Regan



Do we have to do this?
Just call me Regan... If you can be bothered calling me anything that is. Last names are for those who belong somewhere. Middle names for the loved. Not for me.

Yes. I am a girl. Can we stop asking stupid questions now?

Date of birth? They're overrated. No I don't want to know yours, if you're looking for congratulations you're out of luck. Well since you seem to care so much I don't have a birthday. Or not one I know about anyway. Yes, that is possible. ALRIGHT THEN, put me down as April Seventeenth. Age? Why are these things so important to you? I'm Seventeen, and don't you dare tell me I don't look it.

Me?

You want to know what I look like? Do you have eyes? This is going on the internet? Those were camera's you were pointing at me before? ..... There is something wrong with you people. Tell me next time what's going to happen to all this useless information you're dragging out of me.

Well my hair's black. Uh.. yeah. I go for the ragged look most of the time, and there's no way you're going to get me to put it up, so don't even ask. My skin is white. Like really white, and it bugs me like crazy. I mean what I wouldn't give just to be able to get a tan for once in my life. People tell me I'm short, but not without punishment. I'm five foot one OK? Get over it. And yeah I'm skinny, but that doesn't mean I'm anorexic. And as for my clothes, I don't have much money so don't judge if they're not the best. Anything else? No? That's all good then.

Now I have to tell the world what I'm like. Great. Well.... As you can probably tell by the way I've written most of this I don't like telling people about myself. I'm a very inwards person, so good luck trying to break me open. You don't want to get on my bad side, you really don't. Let's just say that I'm not afraid of the police. You? Why would I be scared of you?
I'm competitive, you might be able to pick that up as well, but it's a matter of life and death the way I live. No one will take what is mine, not and live to tell the tale. You think I'm bluffing, exaggerating, whatever. You just try.

I like pretty things, especially shiny things. And that doesn't mean I'm soft by the way, I just like them. Water is nice, so is rain. Yes, rain IS water, but it's different ok? Sunsets and sunrises are great, but it really annoys me when people don't appreciate them properly. I don't like to be bored, still, relaxed anything like that. When you're used to living rough and tense it annoys you to waste time like that. Oh hey, what am I doing now? *hint hint*

You want to know about my life? Well no. This is where I draw the line. The world doesn't need to hear about everything that's happened to me. I don't care what you do, you're not getting that from me. You want to know now? I've made you curious? Well good for you. I don't go around entrusting personal information like that to random strangers. Especially creepy ones like you.



Hemorhage

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What is your name ? -You want to know my name? For whatever reason? No, I don't want to tell you, now shoo!- Farrah Lila Morgana. That name belongs to me, and I think it suits me perfectly, as any name would.
Anything you go by? -How dare you try to come up with some pet name for me?!- I have a name that was designated to me, so call me by such. I refuse to be called any either name besides Farrah.
How old are you ? -Does this really concern you? Age is nothing but a number, correct? Either way, you cannot deny that you want me.- I happen to be a young, lively, attractive age of eighteen.
What is your gender ? -Love knows no gender, but I hope this is a rhetorical question...- I obviously have no round mounds set atop of my chest, so that must mean I'm a male.
When should I get you a gift ? -Gifts? I don't see why you wouldn't want to spend money on me.- My birthday is on December the 6th.

How tall are you? -Well, I'm obviously not short, but I'm not tall either. Sue me for not being a might tree, but at least I'm not a dwarf. I lay in-between those two, like a sexy midget tree? Yeah, that sounds about right!- I'm five foot six | 5'6
How much do you weigh? -Well, I'm not fat, but I'll go for slender. I wonder what it feels like to be over-weight... Does it feel like I'm stuffed full of water? Or maybe jello. Hn, oh, well. What was the question again?- One-hundred and twenty-two pounds.
What is your natural hair color? -There is a small tuff of hair that rests atop of my head, right? It's dyed blue, but that's obviously not my hair color. My hair color originates a dirty blonde color, more dirty than clean, sadly. It's a big fluff of nothing, without it straightened, and styled... Well, let us not go there- Mainly brown with dashes of blonde.
What's you eye color? -Definitely nothing special about my eyes, not one bit of uniqueness. Other than the fact that they are an odd shade of blue, like royal blue... eyes like a king? That sounds lovely, there are in fact, little speckles of green, and I mean little- Just plain blue eyes.
Any scars or body modifications? -
Scars ; I have quite a few, I was smaller back in those days, and an easy target. Once, I ended up having a gash on the small of my back, had to get stitches, and it left a scar. Let us not forget the countless falling, which resulted in bruises, and small cuts. Then I got into a fight with some jock, thought he could beat me up, but I fought back this time. Well, I lost, but he got some damage done as well. I felt like Harry Potter, except for a lightning bolt shaped scar on my forehead, I got a jagged line on my right arm.
Piercings ; I have quite a bunch of them actually, like I have my eyebrows pierced, my tongue pierced, my bellybutton pierced, my hips pierced, and the dimples on my lower back pierced.- Mainly brown with dashes of blonde.
Okay, one last question! What is your best feature? -My skin is absolutely the palest, most undesirable, non-tan skin around!No matter how many hours I lay nude for the suns eyes, he creeps on me, but doesn't color me orange! Unfair right?! There are little birthmarks lying around, that looks like blobs to me, but blobs are so attractive.- Even though it will not tan, my skin is flawless.

How would you describe yourself? Um, why? Well, um, you have a fan base... How come I am not surprised?

◘ -Don't judge me, but your opinion wont even matter... Imbecile.- ; To start things off, Farrah is very full of himself, he think he is one of the very rare perfecrted looking human beings. He believes everyone wants him, he's the most beautiful inside and out, but it's a trait he cannot help. -I mean look at me! I'm the definition of perfection.- Farrah is very protective over the people who he has a soft spot for. It's a trait he picked up from his father, but he won't allow anyone close to him to be hurt physically, mentally, or emotionally. He will feel as if it is his fault, and put all the blame on himself. Even in a situation he cannot help, he will try to protect, and even if it costs him his life. He has the habit of being aloof with other people, even his friends, meaning his always slightly distant. Never there, but physically there. He is kind of cold, and distant, but that's how he became. He will be friendly, smiles, but there is always that icy look in his eyes that gives his act away. He cannot help the fact that he isn't in tact with the real world yet. He is very stealthy, to him, he figures he can be quite the sneaky little feline. This trait has always cam in handy to him, quickening his reflexes, and heightening his senses. He can be mischievous, and very discreetly. He is also very prideful, and has the habit of looking down upon others. He basks in his own achievements, feels he is better, and it gives him his arrogant aura. Let us not forget to mention, that he does what he wants, when he wants. He doesn't know where this trait has come from, but he feels as if he can do it. Nothing will get in his way, and he'll make sure of it. Hn, he can be quite lazy, and most likely in the daytime. He takes catnaps, likes to slack off, but he tries not to. He has a strong desire to obtain things like men, women, money, and things of that nature. Although this trait of him is hidden, it sneaks out sometimes.That's is all there is to him, ain't he something?.

Well, can we know a little about your past? Well, why not?

◘ Well, lets say I wasn't the best child, but definitely not the worse. My mother, I could honestly say she tried her best when it came to me, but she was sick. She was diagnosed with cancer a year after my birth, she cried every night holding me in her arms, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. It wasn't long until she died, three days after my second birthday, and my father took it hard. I did not know how to feel at the time, I was sad, but my father was depressed. He took on drinking, and things went worse quickly. When I was five, I experienced my first fight, and only for looking different from other children. When I was ten, I experienced my fifteenth fight, because this guy kept talking to me, I was expelled, and received the beating of my life. My grades were pretty good, well excellent, since I had nothing to distract me. At age twelve, I was locked in the basement, my father had gotten drunk, brought a prostitute home, and forgot I was in there. I spent three days in there, before he went down, and got his tools. Fourteen years old, I died my hair, changed my style, and become a new person. Therefore I became 'scene' because I disliked people, wrote dark poems, and 'hurt -got into plenty fights-' myself. Imbeciles.

Who wouldn't want me?

What gender do you date? -Does it matter which I like?- I like them both, but males are tons more interesting.
What kind of things do you like ?
Puppies ; I love the little pups, too much actually, and I brought five home once. Got in so much trouble, but I was able to keep them. They are the cutest things I have ever seen, so cuddly, so noisy, and so protective. Aha, what's not to love about them? Except their poop of course.
Coffee ; Aha, I cannot tell you how much I love coffee. It's my drug, even though it isn't a drug, but it's just as addicting. My day will never begin without my daily does of coffee, and without i, I'm like Oscar the Grouch.
Food ; Oh my gosh! I'm just as addicted to food as I am to coffee. I am surprised I am not over-weight, but my mom always says something about it catching up to me. No one ever encourages me eating habits, since I steal food from them, but you'll learn to love it.
Sleep ; I sleep like the dead, not much to add to this, but it's hard to wake me up. I go into hibernation mode, and attacks anyone who dares to wake me up.
Sweets ; I have this sweet tooth that often craves to be tended to. So I'm always stocked up on something sweet.
And the things you dislike ?
Rain ; It depresses me sadly, it makes me remember all of the times I made my mom cry, and now she sheds her tears upon me from up above.
Children ; I can't sand them, they drive me insane, and I almost hurt one for tripping me. Evil little nasty things! I wonder why my parents kept me...
People ; They are so hard to get along with, judgmental, and too complex. I gave up on making friends with people a long while ago, but some still try, and end up failing.
Cats ; Man, I'll tell you, those things are worse than children. Lazy, poop a lot, and scratches you! Even when you pet them, give them treats, or even kick them! Well, maybe not the last bit.
Alcohol ; Even though I normally turn to it when I need it the most, I don't like what becomes of me, or others when we drink. I like to stay away from it as much as possible.
Has anyone caught those lovely eyes of yours ? -Drop dead- No, no one is worthy.
So I'm guessing your single then ? -Go away.- Surprisingly, yes.

Hemorhage

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N A M E- "Hey, Lets Skip to the chase, im not in the mood so, if we could start..that would be great."Name? Haha, well My name is Peyton. Peyton May Stevenson. Got that? Oh wait.. you wanna know the background story of how i got this name? Ugh, fineee. My mom's best friend is Peyton. Ta-da! Thus she named me after Her. As for middle names go.. My grandmothers name is May.. I hate it. Nothing against my grams' but.. im just not girly enough for the name "May".. And Stevenson.. Its my Dads last name. Mom married Dad and She got that named.. then i came along and got that name to. Happy?

N I C K N A M E S- "No. Well my grandpa calls me Pippy. Call me that and you'll lose your head. Only my grandfather gets away with it, 'kay?


G E N D E R-"Pfft. You gotta be kidding. Next?

A G E- "17 years old,young, and loving every moment of it.

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W E I G H T-"Rude much? Listen here.. Never ask a lady her weight. But if you must know, im 115 llbs."

H E I G H T-"5'6.. perfect height dont ya think?"

E Y E S-"My eyes are a gray-ish blue, grey, green mixture.. Sounds wierd but its true. The inner circle next to my pupil is a green kind of color.. but its a guess, what would you say.. a moss green. Sounds icky but its pretty once you add the blue and grays. Well the next rim of color is the blue and light gray. Kind of like the Atlantic oceans water color. And then the outer rim is simply gray. Not much to it, eh? Dont believe me.. take a look Merp.

H A I R-"Ah, my hair. My hair is a dark chestnut color but with a twist. My ends are dyed a carmel blonde color.

M O D I F I C A T I O N S-"Smsh, ye-No."

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P E R S O N A L I T Y- "Um. I'd better split this Up into sections..
I Dont Give A sh-
"Okay, this may seem harsh but eh. I can be a jerk. Simple enough. So dont come crying to me if you scraped your knee on the curb, because chances are i really wont give a.. moving on. Im really not good with people who are so "Happy happy, joy joy" all the time. Okay? Makes me want to punch them in the face. People who are too cheerful or bubbly can really get on my nerves. Dunnno why though. Maybe its because i keep to myself alot, or i have 4 {Count them 4} older brothers.. so i take on their personality's.

Bad Girl
"Ha, yes i am a bad girl. Wanna cause trouble? Hook me up. I cant even tell you how many times ive been in detention. Ah, good times. Actually lemme tell you a story. One day i was waiting for my friend Richard to get out of practice.. i was getting a little bored, so i decided to explore the grounds. I happened to stumble upon the schools warehouse/garage and so me being curious i decided to go in. Bad choice. I may have found a couple of cans of paint and um.. well decided to give the school a new look.. You can figure it out and put the puzzle pieces together. 1 week suspension. 4 weeks detention.

Curious Lil' Devil
"Im always curious about anything and everything. Which believe are not, makes me want to.. learn. I love to learn because i love the curiosity factor from learning. It just makes me.. like school?. No no no. I hate school. But i do like learning. Enough talk about this. You get that im curious.

Insecure
"Okay i must admit. I aint perfect. I have flaws just like any other human being on this planet. And sometimes they get to me and i become a little insecure. Its hard man. Being the bad girl in school doesnt get you alot of fame and fortune trust me. So i take alot of things hard on myself. I blame alot of problems on me.. I know it sucks.


Nice?
Okay so i may not be the nicest person in the world.. but that doesn't make cold-hearted. If your somebody i care about then i can be nice to you. When i wanna be. I do joke around a lot and stuff, but if your my pal and if you just need someone to talk to.. sure i can talk to you. Although im not good at relationship advice. BLECH.

Im just gonna leave on that note"

H I S T O R Y- "Little personal dont ya think? Okay okay fine. I was born on August 14, 1993, in Abberville South Carolina, USA, Earth, Milky Way Galaxy, Universe, Quandrant A, at 1:00 am. Im pathetic. Any way when i was about 3 years of age when Me and my mom, my dad, Andrew (26 years young), Micheal (24 years young), Kyle (20 years young) and Brandon (18 years young) [My 4 brothers..] well we all moved to England. We moved for my Dads work, which was relocated in England! Yay! Not. I lived there until i was 16. Best years of my life. I met my best friend Richard and me and him caused lots o' trouble. He was probably the only person {Out of my family} that i truly loved/or cared about. Ew, i know. Makes you wanna be sick right? But all good things end. And we moved. So about a year ago my dad got re-relocated back to South Carolina.. so of course...we moved back. Now im stuck with a british accent. Kinda cool i guess though. Anywayzzz, its been hard. I dont have any friends anymore. Ugh. Great.

S E C R E T H I S T O R Y
Even though Peyton doesnt want to admit it, she has struggled with drugs and achohol in the past. Being the "Bad girl" she thought it would keep her reputation alive.. It wasnt the best for her though It did kinda tear her family apart. But she did attend a rehab for 6 weeks and got back on track. Anyway... it was always a big issue in her life.

L I K E S
{-Jolly Rachers
{-Trouble
{-Rain
{-Ocean
{-Piano
{-Music
{-Singing

D I L I K E S
{-Spiders... those things give me the heebee-jeebees.
{-And school
{-And strawberry Milk.

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S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N-"Lets get this straight. -no pun intended- Im straight mkay.. straighter than a ruler.

B O Y F R I E N D?-"Hahaha!... wait you were serious?"

C R U S H?-NO. I hate that. Crush.. pfft, whateves.

E X E S"uh no.. i havent dated anyone.. personally i dont care.. It is what it is

H U S B A N D-Yeah. Right. 17 and married.

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Interviewer- "Hello, Miss, Peyton is it? How are you doing this fine afternoon?
Peyton- "Uh Fine..?"
Interviewer- "So lets start shall we?"
Peyton-"I-i guess."
Interviewer- "Great, so tell me about yourself Peyton. Any quirks? Hidden Talents?"
Peyton- "I play piano.. and sing somewhat. But nothing major"
Interviewer- "Piano?! I never exspected that from a bad-girl like yourself.. Interesting"
Peyton- "Thanks, i mean a bad girl isnt always bad you know"
Interviewer-"Haha your right. Moving on. Tell us what it was like moving from England back to The States"
Peyton- "Awful. Truly awful. The Uk is basically where i grew up.. all those memories stay. but friends are gone.Its hard you know.."
Interviewer- "Oh dear, im so sorry.."
Peyton- "Eh, its fine you just gotta shake it out."
Interviewer- "Ah yes.
Now, Peyton tell us.. is there any one. "special" in your life.
Peyton- "OH GOD NO! Somebody get me a puke bucket.."
Interviewer- "Oh haha Peyton you are certainly a joker."
Peyton- "No sir, i wasnt joking"
Interviewer- "Audience, isnt she delightful?!!"
Peyton- "Uh thanks.. is this almost done??"
Interviewer- "Hang in there Dear"
Peyton- "..."
Interviewer="Okay Peyton if you could decribe yourself in one word what would it be?"
Peyton- 'Trouble."
Interviewer- "Ha! I shouldve known! Miss Trouble"
Peyton- "Thats my name ha!"
Interviewer- "Of course, now Miss Trouble, may i ask you what your goal in life is?"
Peyton-"Hmm, set my school on fire... Hahaha, no. In all serious-ness though, it would be nice if i became slightly famous for my piano skills"
Interviewer- "That would certainly be something now. We'd love to here you play, but im afraid thats all the time we have. Audience give it up for Peyton!
Peyton- Dueces im outta here.

Hemorhage

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