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[princess pudding]

❤ ᴘɪᴘᴇʀ ᴄʀɪsᴘ ❤
“Yᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ.”
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Pip snuggled herself against him, closing her eyes and allowing the warmth to spread over her. Her small fingers hugged his neck to her, and she sighed, wishing she had something comforting to say. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, shivering at his touch, “I’m so, so sorry Kasper…I didn’t know.” Pip’s reputation with her family had never been a smooth one, and there were points when she wondered if her father truly loved her or blamed her for her mother’s death, but as Kasper explained his situation, she felt ashamed for thinking she had it hard.

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Tᴀɢɢᴇᴅ; Kasper

[misty onyx;]

(I will make a pretty forum soon)

Amber steel

Amber laid under the tree crying feeling so stupid to go to a boy with a girl! She held her hurt leg and rolled up her pant leg and looked at the gun shot mark. She looked around.and covered her leg back up quickly as she saw a old man walk by. She stood up and limped to the park swings and sat on one and looked around clearing her tears

Tyler Rowe
Tyler looked from his bike for any free girls. He missed having a girlfriend. He had a bad past with his rich life, he stood up and walked into the coffee shop and orders a normal coffee. He walked down to the beach and sat down and looked around. "Duh-du" he said softly as he saw a person swimming out deep in the water. It gave him chills just thinking about what was in the water.

[whitney!]

Could I join? c:

[sicksadworld.]

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[ N i c k n a m e ]
Connor

[ a g e ]
Eighteen

[ B i r t h d a t e ] 
29th April

[ g e n d e r] 
Male

[ h a i r ] 
Deep, Dark Brown

[ e y e |  c o l o r]
A bright baby Blue

[ h e i g h t ]
Six Foot

[ b o d y | m o d i f a c a t i o n s ]
He has a Tudor rose tattooed on the palm of his right hand in a deep ruby red ink with thick black outlining

[ w h e r e | a r e | y o u | f r o m ] 
Glasgow, Scotland



[ p e r s o n a l i t y ] 
Quiet and shy are the words most used to describe Connor, he never really interacts with others out of fear and loathing of others well being, that and his background isn't a great one.
Connor acts as if the whole world is on his shoulders and that if anything happens it must be his fault in someway and therefore can become very edgy in tense situations.

But under this nervous wreck of a boy sits a gentleman with a soft voice and accent to die for, he really is a caring fellow and will always be there to help you in anyway possible, that is if you gain his trust.


[ h i s t o r y ] 

Unfortunately Connors history isn't great, his father died suddenly when he was four and his mother, an English teacher at his school, became stricken with grief and stress, repeatedly turning to the bottle and verbally abusing young Connor, screaming hat everything was his fault and so on. It became so much for Connor that he tried to get his own back many times, leaving her alcohol bottle on her desk for others to see but when half the students and the staff began talking about her he saw her breakdown, pleading for her job. At this point he had a change of heart and falsely admitted owning the alcohol to which his mother greatly appreciated and said to him she was going to give up with the drinking.But on that night Connor returned home to find his mother drunk yet again and the whole cycle began again. He looked after her until she passed out on the table and he had to make food for himself. This ended badly as he turned his back for one moment and a washcloth he had left on the side had come alight and set fire to the kitchen. Connor took one look at his mum and walked out only to be stopped by a fire alarm, which woke his mother and he pretended to have rushed in to save her as a way of saying 'if you don't care for me, you can care for the house, maybe that would change your mind about drinking'.

Along with all this pressure on his life, Connor suffers from a serious illness,Cardiac dysrhythmia, of which he has suffered from since the age of four. During those years he has suffered from twelve serious cardiac arrests, almost dieing when he was fourteen, it has become so much so that the strain his heart is suffering from has limited his life span to a month or so.


[ l i k e s ]
Reading
Duvets
The word 'Glockenspiel'
His Scottish background

[ d i s l i k e s ] 
His illness
Hospitals
Other people instructing him what to do about his health


[ f a m i l y ] 
Father - Adrian o'meara - deceased
Mother - Bernadette O'meara , née Lyons

[color=#000000][ i l l n e s s ]
Cardiac dysrhythmia
This is any of a large and heterogeneous group of conditions in which there is abnormal electrical activity in the heart. The heartbeat may be too fast or too slow, and may be regular or irregular, in Connors case it is too slow, which is scientifically called bradycardia. It is a life threatening medical emergency as the person can go into cardiac arrest at any time.

[ t a l e n t ] 
His historical knowledge, he is like a library on history



[ p a s t | r e l a t i o n s h i p s] 
One, a girl who was called Ally, she was with him for two years but the stress of his illness not only affected him but also her as well, she couldn't cope and so they split

[ c r u s h e s ] 
Open

[ r e l a t i o n s h i p ] 
Single

[ s e x u a l i t y ] 
Straight

[spoonful]

I'm joining, most definitely. :]

[longlive]

━ Roxanne

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Roxanne threw away her empty coffee cup an walked out the door, the sun greeting her. She was sick and she only had a month to live. It sucked really, but she learned to accept the reality and move on. She walked around on the sidewalk, her eyes glued to the ground. Roxanne tilted her head up so she could see if she would bump into anyone. Eyeing a bench that held no one, she sat down on it, on the edge just in case someone did come. Roxanne took out her pen and rolled up her sleeve. She always loved body art and even had a tattoo of a dragon that trailed from her a forth back to her shoulder. Slowly, she traced the dream catcher she had been working on earlier and started drawing lines around it.

[misty onyx;]

Amber sat on the swing sadly and looked over her shoulder to hear a bird chirp. "Hello bird" she said softly and frowned and started to swing again with her good leg. Amber got off and stood there looking up at the sky and sighed. (Wb)

Tyler finished his coffee and he slid his hands alone to ruff sand. "Why do people like to go out far In that water!" He asked himself and he looked at his solder and smiled at his tattoo I of a wolf howling. He laid back in the hot sand and closed his eyes at the suns rays hitting his face. "Only if I could be with her" he whispered as the word Emily was still in his head. He opend his eyes and looked around and sat up.

[misty onyx;]

Anyone open for amber or Tyler?--

[thund3r]

{K a s p e r

• Helpless Romantic• • Coffe Lover • • Photographer • • eighteen • • Crush: Pippy <3 • • Wearing: [wip} •

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Kasper sighed softly, rubbing the girl's back for comfort. "like i said, i'v gotten over it, i don't mind anymore" He said softly, closing his eyes and letting Pippy's sweet scent envelop him like a blanket. "On the bright side they left me with so much money i could have like four coffee's a day!" he tried to joke around but failed quiet miserably. He chuckled softly to himself and reluctantly looked away, realizing it was already sunset. "I think we should go, if i keep you any longer your parents might kill me. I'll walk you home if you'd like, your folks like me if i remember correctly" He chuckled slightly confidently, if a girl's parents like you-you can get away with a lot more. Rule number umpteenth, in Dude-erotomy

{ J e t
•Broken Pianist • • Numb Painter • •Lost soul • • eighteen • • Crush: never • • Wearing: [wip] •

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Jet stood alone in a half hidden alley way, multiple spray paint cans in his hands and a surgeon's mast over his mouth as he prays the paint on the side of a abandon building due for knocking down. He carefully sprayed the paint, painting a scene he had seen in a book once, he only used black white and gray paint, creating a looming forest with haunted looking trees that held gnarly looking faces. The pale moon above splashed a eerie colour over the dull forest giving it a almost haunted looking figure. He stepped back a little when movement caught his eye, he pulled the mask away from hid mouth letting the sweet fumed of the paint overwhelm his system, he lip a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth as he watched vibrant redhead just across the street sitting alone on the bench. He wondered if she could see him but made no attempt to go to talk to her.

[misty onyx;]

(dose anyone have a boy open or a girl?)(please)

Tyler Rowe
{Single}{Picture}{Eightteen}{straight}

Crush:
No one
Mood:
Alone
Talking to:
No one

tyler sat up from the sand and took off his shirt to make a pillow. He felt a cold breze fly threw his hair and he smiled. Tyler looked around once more and saw a saw a whale jump out of the water then back in, he shivered "why, people have so nerve going in that water" he said softly and laid down and sighed sadly\alone

Amber Steel
{Single}{Picture}{Seventeen}{straight}

Crush:
No one
Mood:
Sad,hurt,alone
Talking to:
No one

amber sat there feeling depreset and she took out her lighter and a box of Cigarets and lit one. She never smoked before but had them just in case. She frowned, "why me?" she asked herself sadly
(wb)