E X T R A O R D I N A R Y ( 1D ) OPEN!

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OOC: Oh... Was i accepted earlier? I just deleted my form, because i thought you were only accepting 5 girls. :3
If that's the case, then i'll resubmit my form. Just let me know if i'm not welcome, and i'll get lost. ^_^

F u l l N a m e :: "I was given the name Kester Kevine Greyson"

N i c k n a m e :: "Just call me Kess, Kester if you must but i
don't mind much."

G e n d e r :: "I'm a girl of course!"

D a t e of B i r t h :: "I was born on May 15th 1995,
so that makes me 17 years young."

E y e s :: Deep, Chocolate Brown.

W e i g h t :: 110 lbs.

H e i g h t :: 5"4

G a r m e n t s :: "I wear weathered
jeans, sweat shirts and modest
clothing. Band shirts, Marvel shirts, Any
and all flats. I just
can't wear heels- i practically
fall on my face every time that
i wear them. "

E t h n i c i t y :: "I'm part Korean,
part English, and i also have a
little Native American in me as well.
Yes, i'm a mutt."

I ' m a n O p e n B o o k :: Once upon a time, there lived a girl from a small town.
To explain her, what she looked like and who she was;
It'd take a long time. She was never the kind of girl to
stand out in the crowd. No. In fact, she was the girl who
was misplaced, and often times misjudged. She was different
from the other girls. Hiding beneath the crevice of a hoodie,
residing within the protection of unrevealing, blue jeans.
Taking comfort in the distance of others, but at the same time,
enjoying their company. Mixed feelings, and disorganized priorities.
But she was also independent and thoughtful. To say that she
was graceful, or perfect. That would be an overstatement.
Her fancy footing, never got her anywhere special.
And she could never quite get the best grades in school,
although they were always passing grades.
She was honest, and pretty nice, and she had a
heart of gold too. Though she often portrayed a tough guy,
who cared little for the world. While it was true,
that she could take quite a lot of harassment.
She didn't get offended easily. But one thing that she
did not stand for, was watching- or even hearing about;
her friends being bullied. In any way. You could smear
her name with acrylic, trample her with cinder blocks,
and drag her around the track on reins. But if you laid
one breath on her colleagues- then you'd have another
thing coming. And she wouldn't hesitate to kick your teeth in.
It's complicated- to say whether she was popular, or not.
Because while she didn't have any problems with the
students in school, she was never part of the 'In Crowd'.
She had her own group of friends, and they had their own
social status. This girl felt popular just with those people.
She didn't need to know every single person who'd ever
lived in a small town. She was happy with just that.
To be honest- it didn't take much to please her.
She was happy with the smallest things. Easily excited.
But not so much that it was terribly unrealistic, and annoying.
She made friends easily, although it was usually out of clumsy
accidents on her part. And then for some reason, people seemed
to like her. Maybe it was her attitude, the way she presented her self,
her appearance even? But there was something about her,
that a lot of people liked. Something that i still can't seem to
put my finger on, to this day.
When she first met new people, she was extremely mousy and shy.
She could be cold and distant. She would stutter and blush.
Laugh uncontrollably, or just give you the death stare.
Regardless of her relationship status towards an acquaintance.
Of how she felt, or what her recent thoughts had been.
It was all, out of her control. Quite the mask of multiple
personalities. Although, this was mainly just the case with the
opposite sex. Yes. It took a bit longer then others, for her to
fully grasp the subject. And grow comfortable enough to begin
casual conversation. It took a little more thought, inspiration,
courage, and strength- for this girl to pronounce even a single
letter. Because she was so afraid of making a complete idiot of
herself. Which she often did, without even saying a word.
This is where, she was often misjudged. Some might take
her for a prude fool, someone who was incredibly sheltered
and down right gullible. I guess, they were half right. Because,
let's face it. She was so terribly, socially awkward- that no one
compared to her lack of charisma. She could never defend herself
in an argument for very long, not without breaking down and
crying or yelling. She was bad at lying, acting, and pretend.
And she was so inept; when it came to slang, the modern world,
and the entertainment business.
She was no beauty guru either. Fashion, was like April Fool's day.
Make up, was like dressing for the circus. And putting her hair up
any special way, was like asking her to prepare for D-day. No, she
was quite a stranger to anything having to do with such nonsense.
Of course, she'd attempted to adapt to these changes. It seemed like,
she'd just run out of time. While most girls were practicing their french braids,
and checking their lipstick- she was chasing butterflies. Running
alongside dreams, and catching her delicate skin against blackberry briars.
Fishing in the rivers for Steelhead and Salmon. Pouncing atop crawdads in
the creek bed, and with no hesitation- though they grappled to her flesh.
But still, she did not flinch at this pain. She may have been born in a city,
but that was so far away now. She was raised within a forest.
Exploring the lush jungles of fern and moss, each day. Trekking
across mud and steep hills, and climbing the tallest trees. Feasting
on huckleberry bushes, and staining her mouth with violet blood as
she pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth- and crushed
those swelling, ripe, black berries and thistle berries and salmon
berries. Singing to the green rivers, and the otters that swam threw
it's deep abyss. The cows that were scattered along the ranches and fields,
the great stags that breathed this coastal air. The coyotes that sang
alongside the girl. The minnows that shied away from the shadows,
and the grasshoppers that kicked up the leaves and nibbled on the grass.
She would catch slugs, and watch the effects of the sun on their bodies.
Sleep with dirt under her finger nails. And continue on the next day,
without brushing her long mane of wild hair.
Dark waves, that cascaded past her stomach. And at that time,
it was just one length. No layers, or bangs. Just long, sweeping,
brown hair. And eyes that were like hazel nuts. A deep maplewood,
chocolate and flecks of caramel and gold that had been left in a fire,
for too long. Skin, that was so pale. Like the sky in the early morning,
before time could manage to descend unto noon. She was so small.
And at birth, she was nearly labeled as pre-mature. As her own mother
had been. Her mother, could dress her little daughter into doll clothes even.
Those memories, are so old now though. It was so long ago,
that she last felt the comfort of her mother's protective arms. Long since her
father had bothered to make his presence known. Since the days had been
more warm then cool. No. Now, the sun's light yielded through a grey cloak
of cumulus. It was so cold and wet. Humid and moist. Days of shine,
when the sun had finally prevailed over the moon- those days were
worshipped. But not by her. She preferred Winter to Summer. Night to day.
Cold to warm. Wet to dry. Windy, to stillness. And so, you could say
that little Oregon, was perfect for her. Some parts of it at least.
All of the times that she attempted to put her hair into a braid,
she ended up getting it into knots. Every time she tried to wear
something fashionable, she looked like Pippy Longstockings.
And each time she wanted to put on make up, she'd end up looking
like a freaking Drag queen. So she ended up settling for those
unrevealing jeans, the deep hoodie, and the porcelain countenance.
No make up, no nothing. Nothing but her pure, true, face.
I imagined that it saved her from a bad reputation and many other days of lethargy.
Above anything else, she loved to dream. And each night,
she welcomed the sleep. The sleep that brought her imaginations
to life. Except when they didn't… Because something they didn't.
Sometimes, she would wake up. And she'd be so afraid; because
bad dreams have a thing for sneaking up on when you least expect it.
One of her greatest fears, was waking up alone after a nightmare.
You know the aftermath, of when you wake up from a dream?
The dead silence, the darkness. How hard it is, to grasp that you
live here and now. That it was all just a terrible, terrible dream.
And it feels like there's no one there, no one in the whole world who
can understand just how scared you are. No one cares. No one knows.
No one. That's what she's afraid of. Because she knows that once she
wakes up, no one will care. They won't be there to hold her. To love her.
To tell her, that it was only a dream. And that they were still there.
Beside her. That this was real. So she fell asleep, grasping her pillow
close to her chest. Pretending it was someone who cared.
And she knew that when she woke up, the pillow would still be there.
The pillow wouldn't leave her. Not like so many others before in her life.
So many people…Yes. She was lonely. But it wasn't as torturous as you
might think. She quite enjoyed the loneliness. That fact that she was able
to think for herself, and breathe by herself. She didn't have to worry
about coming up with a witty comeback. She just had the wind,
the stars, and her independence. That was enough. The smallest
pleasures in life, were enough for her.
Her past is much too long and windy, to take into account
at the moment. Truth is, there are so many twists and turns that
happen in life. There are right and left turns, and sharp corners.
And you never know where they're gonna take you. Sometimes,
you end up in big accidents- and it takes a long time to get back
on your feet. So that you can continue taking the risks.
And with her; she had been in so many accidents,
that you wouldn't believe she could still keep going.
But she wasn't the kind of girl to live in the past.
She didn't want anyone's pity. A lot of people became
friends with her out of it- and she hated that. Pity.
She would look to be someone worthwhile. But not out of pity.
She hoped, dreamed, and strived, to be someone great.
A scientist, or a teacher. Someone her mother would be proud of.
Someone. She would be someone.
She was headstrong, and impatient.
Stubborn, and she had this temper- like a bull's. Worse, even. Yes.
She was quite the piece of work. Reckless, but brave.
And she only ever showed this side of hers, towards the people
that she thought she could trust. Once she opened up, you'd meet
this wild, sad, little girl. A cheeky, crazy, brave, little girl.
A soldier, who pretended to be strong. But secretly, she wanted
so badly- to just let go. Because, she feared that if she stopped
thinking for one second… That all of that happiness just might
slip through her fingers like sand. Like dust, and change, and
time. She was fun, and silly- some would say that she was arrogant,
or ignorant. Bordering on vain, and narcissistic. Because she tried to
hide the fact that she could be self conscious too.
People who didn't know her well enough, would that she
was prefect. I don't think that she was narcissistic though-
that's not who she is. That's not the kind of
girl, that she ever wanted to be. I think that her friends were just playing
around with their new choice of vocabulary… I hope it. But i can't really
vouch for her properly, because it's just my word against theirs'.
Because i am her. Because this girl that i've spent the last few minutes
sweeping over, defines me in ever way. She is the armor, the mirror, the
Tempurpedic mattress. She is me. I am the reclusive, selfish, brave,
socially awkward, clumsy, sad, little girl.
Is it that hard to believe? That i seriously have this much time on
my hands? to write 10+ freaking paragraphs on myself. But i tried
my best to explain my imperfections. I'm really not all that great of
a person. I'm not saying that i'm comparable to a skinhead. But,
i'm no Kate Middleton either. I make so many mistakes, that
sometimes it hurts to admit them. And one more thing. This story,
isn't a sob story about how pathetic my life is- was. I'm not here to
reveal my scars, or the last time i got a D on a report card. This isn't
some 'Days or Our Lives' crap. I just, wanted to write you a story.
Because i thought that you'd enjoy it. Now, Kester is a night owl, she can stay up as
long as you want- but in the mornings she just can't get up. It's next to
impossible getting her up, and if you do then she's moody and grumpy.
She loves the idea of stepping out of her comfort zone but fears it at the
same time.
Her dislikes? Wet floors, spiders, the sound of metal against metal,
roller coasters, and this exclusive list of foods: Olives, Mushrooms,
Peppers, and Onions. She's not picky by any means, if she was forced to
eat those foods she would but since civilization is still intact she sticks
to not eating them. And her likes? She has a guilty pleasure every once
in a while for cheesy romance films but prefers not admitting it. She
loves watching scary movies, watching the snow fall or the rain fall while
she's wrapped up in a blanket with a warm cup of tea in her hands. Cozy. She
loves the look of the mountains and the trees in the distance. The reflection
of the water and the smell of rain or sea salt. She loves a variety of foods,
though she gets embarrassed easily when she's eating because she's just so clumsy.
Kester always seems to be dropping her food right before she's about to pop it in
her mouth. Her favorite thing to eat is a tough one, tacos is probably the answer.
But she also enjoys anything from the Olive Garden (especially teramisu),
steak, and especially asian foods. Her favorite place to
be is the beach on any day. Collecting agates and sea shells, digging for clams
or pumping up crawdad from the sand shooters Kester's grand father has.
Her grandmother calls her a waterdog since she could literally live in the water
if she wanted to.

I ' m a C l o s e d B o o k :: I don't really have a history worth repeating,
it was mostly normal though there were some bumps along the rode.
There was no lantern lighting my way through the path, not the
whole way at least. But it here it goes... I was born in Yuba City,
California. My Mom and Dad had been married for about two years,
and after leaving the air force- my Dad left for Pennsylvania.
Where his parents owned a huge farm. He was going to take over
the family business. I mean, the farm was worth millions-
who would pass that up? So who could blame him for leaving?
And my Mom, followed him. Moving across the country for him.
Now, at the time- neither of them had a well-paying job. But,
they were young too. They had their entire lives ahead of them.
My Mom was only 22 when she had me. So, the possibilities
of a good job were endless. They had it all. The cute, little,
house. Located in the little town, Red Lion.
I can just barely remember the buildings. The metal, red, lion.
Painted in crimson. And a fearless look in it's lifeless eyes.
Two statues of it, stood on either side of the entrance to city hall.
Er- the town center. And it was as if they guarded the building.
Anyways, my parents were ready to face the world-
because they were together. They loved each other,
and that's all that mattered. Sounds sweet, hunh?
Well, all of that good luck- it wouldn't last for long.
No, happy endings never do. Do they? It's just... It's not fair.
So, my Dad and my Mom and myself, we moved down to Pennsylvania.
And we settled into a little house of our own,
just a few minutes from the farm. My Dad started working
with my Grandpa. And they worked together for a few months.
But then, they had this fight. They never thought alike.
My Dad wanted to industrialize the farm. He wanted everything
to be done with huge machines. He wanted to make it all a big business,
a franchise, a corporation. My Grandpa, wanted to continue with
the old ways. He wanted to hand clean the beans and the vegetables.
And he wanted to make the food they sold, completely hand made
and traditional. Not the processed junk. But the two couldn't meet
half way. And they had a big falling out. One day, they were very close.
And the next day- my Dad went home. And he didn't come down
to the farm much after that. One morning, he just sort of-
hit his head? Well he must have, because all i remember-
was everything going down hill from there.
My Dad started to borrow money, that he couldn't pay back.
And for the next four years, i only ever remembered him
sleeping on the moss-green couch. He started smoking,
and drinking. And i can only remember him down in the basement.
Feet propped up on his desk, leaning back at a 70 degree angle.
A cigarette in his left hand, and the other controlling the mouse
to an ancient computer. From which he played Free Cell and
Poker and Solitaire. There were cigarette butts on the ground
and overflowing from his ash can. And there were unpaid bills
and eviction notices, in piles, all over the room- up to the ceiling.
Stuffed within file cabinets and littering the floor. Crumpled up
pieces of paper, and old business ideas. The smell of smoke,
the smell of papers and ink, the smell of rain water. And the
smell of old books too.
Sometimes, the power would go off. Sometimes,
my Mom and i would take showers, in the public locker rooms,
where my Mom worked- because we hadn't paid the water bills,
or the electric bills. I would wear ragged hand-me-downs from
GoodWill- like over-alls, and spaghetti-stained t-shirts.
But i'm not complaining about that. I was happy with a shower,
no matter where it came from. No matter how... Shameful.
I could live without electricity- it was better then no roof over
my head, right? And i didn't care that i had to wear the most
cheap clothes. It was better then no clothes. Right? Well-
the most vivid memories that come to mind, from when i was little...
My parents. Cedar arch-frame. The one that lead into the kitchen.
The floor was a sickly white color, that was almost green.
Like a hint of mint. Cedar-colored, yellow, planks for the hard-
wood flooring. Mom on the left side of the arch. Dad on the right.
Yelling. Cursing. Hitting. And i would try to break up the arguments.
The fights. I'd literally, stan in the middle. And i'd yell right
alongside them. But they... They never heard me. No one,
could hear me. I felt so alone. And it was so frustrating.
No one listened to me. Why didn't they listen? So then,
i tried a new tactic. I would stand there, and i would scream
until my throat would burst. Until it felt like someone had taken
a cheese grader to my esophagus. And i would stamp my feet.
"Stop! Stop! STOP!" Sometimes, i would grow so tired-
that i would just whisper. But that never helped anything either.
And then, i would set my feet firmly on the ground.
And i would hit my parents. I would punch my Dad's stomach,
and i would try to push him away. I would try to push my
Mom away too. But, a seven-year-old girl... She doesn't have
much strength against a 30-year-old man. Or a 27-year-old woman.
It was like, i was invisible. Like no one knew, that i existed.
And it was... Terrible. No matter what i did- they never saw me.
Never, acknowledged me. I was alone. And it was almost a relief,
when they both turned to me, and told me to go to me room.
So i would stand in my room, and just try to distract myself.
Though i couldn't help myself from crying. Sometimes,
i would curl up into a little ball- and cry myself to sleep.
Because it felt like the bed would protect me. The blankets,
were like warm arms. Embracing me. The pillow,
was like someone who heard my cries. And wiped those
tears away. And the warmth, was as good as a beating heart.
The height from the floor- was just like a skyscraper.
And it kept me safe from the Boogie Man and all of the bad people.
My Dad had a bad temper. And that's probably where i got mine.
But i was always better at controlling it then him. One time,
he became angry with me, because i lost a game of Connect-
Four on Christmas. I'd been just five-years-old. I was playing
against my Mom. All i was interested in, was playing with the
pretty black and red chips. My Mom told me, that when she was
pregnant with me- my Dad punched her. In the stomach.
They'd gotten into an argument, about whether or not he had
the right to invite his friends over without asking her. And he
told her, that she was embarrassing him.
That she wasn't being a good wife. My Mom forgave him.
And ya' know what? I forgave him too. I just can't help
myself from loving him. If i don't love him, then who will?
You, have people out there. People who would remember you
if you died. People who think about you, worry about you,
care about you. I do too. But my Dad, who does he have?
No one. No one but me. One out of seven billion people in
this world. And i don't think i can find it in myself,
to leave him to the dogs. Most kids who's parents get divorced,
they at least get to see their father once a day. Once a week.
Once a month. Once a year. Or every holiday.
Their Dads remember their birthdays. And he keeps a promise.
But i never got that. One time, my Dad promised he'd come
to my Soccer game. The game had been on my birthday,
and he'd called me a week in advance... He never showed up.
No. He disappeared for a year.
Even if he told me how much of an embarrassment i was to the
family for getting bad grades. Even if he slapped me around a little.
And even if he was never a good father. He still borrows money today.
He's not good for much. And he's so pathetic. So sad.
The only thing he's good at, it schmoozing his way out of trouble,
and running. He's really good at running. And lying too.
He doesn't call much. No He chooses when he wants to be a Dad.
One day, my Mom had had enough of the lies, the cheating, the debt,
the physical and the emotional abuse. And so, she divorced him.
I admire her, for her strength. And we moved across the country,
to Oregon. Where i grew up. I was just seven at the time.
When my parent's divorced. And well, we made a new life.
My Mom and me. And it feels like the down hill era has come to a halt.
Like it's all, finally, over.

O r i e n t a t i o n :: I'm straight, thank you.

S w a y i n g F e e l i n g s :: "I'm not really up to picking favorites all of the time. But i'll admit that when i first heard of One Direction, the whole thing seemed stupid. They all looked like a bunch of twelve-year-old boys with music that the radio seriously over played. But then i got to know them from watching Youtube, and as far as i can see they seem like a bunch of normal- your average bunch of guys. And i hope that it's not just a facade they put up. I don't think it is. Anyways, i don't really have any hardcore feelings for anyone."

T a l e n t s :: "Music might as well by a substitute for the blood that pumps my heart, for as long as i can remember i was surrounded by music and it has always been apart of my life. No matter what dream i chased music was always int he back of my mind. All i want to do is sing, and i know that i'm not bad. People seem to think that i'm good so- i hope that they're right. And that it's not just my imagination. Because i love singing."

T h e m e S o n g ::

- Love the Way you Lie Part lll. by Skylar Grey

- I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace

- Innocent by Taylor Swift

S t a t u s :: "Single- but i'm not very good at talking to other guys.I start to stutter, sometimes i giggle uncontrollably (even if i don't have feelings for them), and then sometimes i just spazz out."

P a s t L o v e r s :: "No, i seem to always mess up before anything good can happen."

W h a t I L o o k F o r :: "Hmm, someone who will promise to hold me i guess. Someone that is thoughtful and can trust me, someone that is loyal and faithful. One kiss could last an eternity, just promise that you'll never let go of me. :) "

W h a t ' s L e f t :: "There isn't much left to tell, i'm a girl- and that should explain it all i hope."

[cheetah;]

{ Oh... how many girls are you accepting? o: I have been looking for a open 1D roleplay everywhere! I hope you can accept me.
If not, i can just shoo of. ^^

♥ ♥ a crazy little thing called "l o v e"
» soph — eighteen — the "m i x e d" one «


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“I see you standing there but you're already gone
I'm holding your hand but you're barely holding on,
I'm kissing your lips but it just don't feel the same,
Am I dead there now, left living with the blame.”

name; sophia emilee parker » "Heey! I'm Sophia Emilee Parker. Cool enough eh? Anyway, it's pronounced so-FEE-ah emi-lee par-ker, easy as that! My mother told me that Sophia means "wisdom" and i kinda like it. At least it means something. Emilee is like Emily but spelled differently, i'm still asking my mother why she chose this middle name for me? Why didn't see just call me Sophia Emily Parker? It would be more easier.. to spell. Parker is my last name, i'm so so happy, that means my last name is related to Peter Parker! After i saw Amazing Spider-man in 3D I feel in love with spiders. But i still kinda dislike them. Well, does that mean i can turn like Peter Parker, hehe! That would be soo cool! Uhm hum. Back to reality. Many friends of mine made up some nicknames for me. Like 'Nala' or 'Lady' or even 'Wolfie'! I'm okay with you giving me nicknames, but let them be matched for my personality."
age; eighteen » "Currently i'm 18 years old. I'm going to be a adult next year! That means i can do anything legally, like drink or smoke or something. But i'm NEVER EVER going to drink or smoke. It's very bad for my health and my mother and father told me all the bad stuff about them when i was younger. So yeah, if you are trying to persuade me to do it. You will be sorry. Anyway, today from my birthday i'm still a typical teenager so i still have to wait until i can do those stuff."
gender; female » "I'm a girl, just so you know. I can't really say to much without stating the obvious here. What the heck, let's do it anyway. I'm a girl, gal, lassie, feminine, female, girly, other ways to say girl...Like.. a bi*ch? It's a female dog you know... wait.. i just insulted myself?! Man, i can be so stupid sometimes."
birth date; july tenth » "I'm a summer child if you wanna know. I was born during the summer which is just perfect for me! I love summer so much. I was born in the morning.. probably.. 10:30 AM? That's my closest estimate from where i was born, what? I can't remember which time i was born?"

hair color; light blonde » "My hair is naturally straight and light blonde with black mixed. But sometimes my hair can be curly at the end or even wavy. I sometimes curl it because it looks nice, but only when i go somewhere nice, like a party or wedding or something...But at home and somewhere like the park i keep it the way it is."
eye color; dark brown » "My eyes are normally dark brown, but people say when i'm in love or very happy it turns brighter, and when i'm sad and angry it turns darker... it's a bit weird you know...I was surprised myself when i heard it from many people. My natural colour is a dark tree bark colour with mixes of almond brown. When i'm in love it's light almond with highlights of very light brown. When i'm angry is underground brown with mixes of light grey."
height; five foot six » "Believe it or not, I was actually tall for my age. Now, a lot of people have out grown me and don't be afraid to insert a sad face here. I'm as tall as others now, but if you call me short I may have to punch you in the shin, or sit in your foot with my hard heels. Something along those lines. I'm just kidding you guys. Im not self conscious about my height, nor would I actually hurt you unless you were my sibling, but that's just mandatory. I mean, who doesn't argue with their family?"
weight; one hundred and six pounds » "Dont ask a lady her age crud here. Blah blah blah, I'm 116 pounds. No, I'm not overweight and I'm actually far from it by a couple of pounds. Although I'll admit most of that is chub. I don't have a lot of muscle but I'm working on it. I'll go lift a few teddy bears or something. If I get that strength, maybe I'll work out with Spongebob. It looks like a pretty killer workout. Body builders should be afraid. I'm kidding, but i still want some tiny muscles."
piercings; ears » "I have my ears pierced if that accounts for anything. I don't want to be flooded with piercings or lots of big tattoos. But i have a little tattoo on my back.. okay maybe it's a big but at least i don't have it on my whole body!"
tattoos; just one » "I don't want to destroy myself with those fancy tattoos, but i have one i just got a few months ago. It's very important for me, it describes my love for wolves and dogs, okay? But i promise no more tattoos. Like i said before. I don't want to be flooded with them! I would look like a man, so, this is my tattoo."

mother; june parker » "I love my mum, she is like the older version of me. We like share the same personality, but she is more sweeter and kinder. She and my father were so protective over me. She rarely let me go out with the kids outside out side my house. But finally i understood why she does this to me. She does it because she loves me. Me and my mother were really close and like best friends, always telling her about the boys i had a crush on, she would give me useful advices and i would normally try to follow them as she told me."
father; henry parker » "I've told you about mama bear, now let's talk a bit about my big papa gorilla. He's like Spider-mans Uncle Ben compared to my mum. It's kind of funky but super cute, always understanding. He is the type of guy who would be interesting to see as a teenager you know. He works long hours driving, yet comes home with boundless energy and always has fine for his family. I know he works hard and good, but he has never been one to pick fights unless someone messes with us. He's actually called out a teacher before, which was hilarious. He got banned from the Elementary school though.. which meant it was our mother going to parent teacher conferences but gee, the argument was priceless. No wonder he makes a great lawyer."
sisters; alexandra parker » "Now, me and my sister had some fights... over makeup and boys and stuff. But know she is 22 years old with a 3 month year old son, i'm really happy for her. She had been living the life. She would always be the most prettiest sister i would ever have. But i have to admit i was sometimes jealous of her, she always had the cute guys on her side!"
brothers; james and matthew parker » "My dear brothers. They are both awesome. They always used to do things together, they were like twins most of the time. I remember helping them when it comes to school, James pretended to be sick with Matthew went to school, the next day Matthew was in place instead of James, it was hilarious. Until Alex told them of. Oh didn't i laugh so much that day. Matthew is 24 and James 25, James daughter is my angel."
children; none » "No, but I do love babies, but i'm not all crazy over them. My niece is my self proclaimed child until I actually have one of my own. But until i'm 23 i will not have a child. But i didn't say to myself that i want to be married to Naill- WHAAT.. Psst.. i mean. Nail... i like nails. Hehe.."
pets; korra and bird » "I have the coolest pets if I do say so myself, they are so over protective over me. I have my Korra the German Shepherd and Bird the Border collie. Cool, huh? Don't tell Korra but i think Bird is more cuter than here.. well, at least she doesn't bite all of my boyfriends butts of! Well at least.."

orientation; straight » "I'm straight. When I say I love my friends, I don't mean I'm actually in love with them. I like guys, sorry ladies. Thought i do support gays and lesbians. Love is love!"
crush; niall horan » "Psh, whaat? Who said anything about Niall? Oh wait, I just did...weeell. Well, now that the cat is out of the bag, don't tell him pretty please? He probably won't like me anyway, i just know it. I always had been a nothing to him, i bet there are other blondies prettier than me."
boyfriend; no one » "I'm single currently, and i'm looking for one, but i'm not that desperate... to let you know, i can wait until the right time and moment until my boyfriend is going to be chosen."
fiance; no one » "Again, i don't want to be married yet, i want to be married when i'm 23 at least. But if i do. I will let my best friend be my brides maid and my mother the marriage planner, i promised her. But now i have to stick to my age and wait. I still have lots of fun to do!"
husband; no one » "I don't have a husband. But i think i have one planned. But i'm not that sure. Well i guess i have to get to my planning and thinking in my journal, bleh."

hobbies; drawing, skateboarding, guitar » "So, I do have a few hobbies to my name. I'm big on drawing. Love to do it, probably won't ever stop doing it. Drawing is definitely a big passion of mine. I'm also a guitar player. I've been doing that for a couple of years and it is kind of second nature now. I've been in a few recitals, but not much else. I probably won't get as far with guitar, but I can always dream, can't I? That's probably one of the main things I want to do with my life. My lesser, I recently took that up and am kind of still learning the skateboarding. Bear with me there, not as good as i used to be."
talents; drawing, gymnastics » "I don't really have to many talents, besides my natural ability to draw. I was good to begin with, I guess. My art teacher saw potential and started teaching me privately. Eventually I grew away from what she could teach me and got a more advanced teacher. I'm now way past intermediate and far past the advanced mark. I can only get better, and i practise a lot, so i know stuff about art. I'm a great gymnastic, don't be surprised to see me do amazing flips. It's a talent hun."
likes; wolves, pears, orange » "I like many stuff. So start, my favourite animals are dogs, wolves cats and other dogs and dogs. Yep, i'm crazy. I would rather have 100 wolves and be forever alone than die alone. I like the colour orange and yellow. They are so bright and nice, remind me of the sun. I like my birth-country Romanian and many other, like Halloween and Summer and a little winter. I love Halloween and Summer more than any other seasons. I LOVE DISNEY! When i was young i used to love watching it all alone, maybe with my sister or brother, but i still watch it now and then, no-one can stop me. I like lions and cheetahs. They are amazing creatures. And i like One Direction! But i hate to admit it to people."
dislikes; spiders, snakes, green » "I don't like snakes at all! I hate them more than Spiders. I dislike spiders after i watched Spider-man. And the colour green, i only like the green grass, but the green itself it's so.. unappealing to me. I just hate it."
allergies; shellfish » "Yep, I'm allergic to shellfish and a bunch of other sea shells. It sucks because I have to be extremely careful or I could close my airway and struggle for breath. I hate it's looks and i always wonder why people like to eat those things."

birthplace; europe, pretosani, romania » "I was born in Romania, believe it or not. In somewhere in Pretosani in summertime, July. I grew up and i was raised there. I always love to go there and stay with my two cousins when it's Summer, i love the country and i have to say that i'm proud to be one, even thought my country is one of the poorest, that doesn't make me hate it or even forget it."
short history; current past is in petrosani, romanian » "Well, i had a kinda weird past, like normal teenagers, i was brought home from the hospital in my mothers hand. I grew up and had many amazing trips, when i was 6 i went to the zoo with my class-mates and i stayed with the wolves the whole time, then when i 12 i went to trip in America and then we moved in England when i was 14, i don't have to forget my siblings weddings and when my best friend got her first animal. I had many events in my life but there are too many..."
personality; smart, mixed, jealous » Sophia has a mixed personality, sweet, stubborn and smart. But i have some more in mind. This girl can turn your life into a living nightmare. She can make you cry, suffer.. but that's only when you make her angry and annoyed. But in rest she is sweet, kind and a angel. It's hard to choose only two words for her personality.. but let me tell you a secret.. she is a total flirt! But she will sadly only flirt with boys that she likes.. sorry girls... she is straight like a stick and nothing can change that. But in fact you will have to find out yourself how she is like.. then come and tell me what you think about her. But in rest... she will only protect her family and pets and those ones who she cares about, she is a little too adventurous for her age but she can't help it. If you see her eyes twinkling at you, that means she is considering you as one of her friends. But if you see her giving you a dirty stare or a cold stare. I must warn you, stay away. Sophia had a kinda rough past. She has three siblings, James, Matthew and Alexandra. Alex is currently living with her parents, June and Henry who know are in Spain. they have a rather rich family but not that rich. Anyway lets get to her past, in her childhood she had a best friend, of course. May Lee Johnson. They been best friends since primary but they had to be separated because she had to move, that was the worst day of her life. But soon she got over it. But know she still remembers when she used to pull pranks on others and have the best time. But she is still looking for someone else.. another best friend to have the best time.. But she still remembers when she used to get in trouble because of what she caused. Oh good times! Her hair is pretty long, she is light blonde, with some shades of light brown to normal blonde, her eyes are dark brown.

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~Lindsey Vargason~

Age:
"I'm Nine Teen"
Gender:
"Female!"
Clothes Style:

Birthday:
"January..12"
Personality:
"I'm Funny, and very bubbly I will make anybody laugh if I can. I never give up and I never let my illlness get to the best of me."
Birth Place:
"Chicago!"
Illnesses:
Dyslexia

(most of thses 1D rps are closed so Id thought I tryed to join one before there's none avaliable!)

[wickedbvnes]

Sorry guys. I only accepted Ghost.

[sameantha]

||Full Name||
Gianna Arabella Jolene
||Age||
15
||Gender||
Clearly, I am a male.
||What Are They?||
Me.




||Personailty||
She's kind of shy around people
she doesn't know but, around
her friends, she's crazy.
||Likes||
-Hugs
-Bracelets
-Animals
-Jackets
-Skinnies
-Tank Tops
-Kids
-Being close (physically & emotionally)
||Dislikes||
-Bullies
-Nosy People
-Stupid People
||Fears||
-Fear
-Dying Painfully
-Hurting People
-Fish
||Crush||
None of your buisness!:3




||Basic Description||
You can almost always fin her in a pair of
skinnies and a ton of bracelets. She also
usually likes to wear tank tops and her converse.
||Hair Color||
Brown
||Eye Color||
Brown
||Height||
5' 5"
||Weight||
111 ibs

[wickedbvnes]

{ I chose the 5 girls. Check the front page. If you are not in there, sorry. Maybe next time. }

[Rawr.]

Heyy could I reserve Zayn please ??