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{{Accepted C; thanks for all that craziness! Stupid obsessions that fly around in my mind!

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.:f u l l - n a m e:.
Zoe Lillian Sammuel
.:n i c k n a m e s:.
I'm called ZZ usually, its how I sign my artwork and its just kind of cool
.:a g e:.
I'm 18 and you better believe I'm sexy and I know it
.:s e x:.
95% sure I'm female, but if you don't think so by all means check
.:s e x u a l o r i e n t a t i o n:.
Straight, but I tend to flirtly with both sexes
.:h e i g h t:.
I am average so about 5'6".
.:w e i g h t:.
First of all I am not tiny, so I'm not a tooth pick because I have muscle. I don't like to tell people my weight, but keep in mind that muscle weighs more then fat, because I weigh 145.
.:skin color:.
Well I'm white so I'm pale, but thankfully I'm one of those white people that has the ability to tan, so I normally have an olivish tone in the summer, but any other season I'm white.
.:e y e - c o l o r:.
I've been told that my eyes are stunning, my eyes are blue on the outer edges, with a golden ring in the center. Then as you get closer to the pupil it turned into a beautiful green.
.:h a i r - c o l o r:.
I have a rich Chocolate, with natural high lights of red, but I do have some of my hair bleached and that's only because of the sun, because I usually do my art stuff outside. Also there is usually paint or clay or even brushes stuck in my hair that's normally in a messy bun.
.:b o d y - t y p e:.
I have an hourglass shape, curves in all the right places and I am happy to say I do have boobs and a pretty nice butt.





.:p h o n e:.
I-phone and my case
.:c a r:.
My Jeep Wrangler
.:s p o r t s:.
I can play volleyball, and soccer, but I'm defiantly not the best.
.:t a l e n t s:.
cooking and art
.:c o l o r:.
Royal Purple
.:n u m b e r:.
42
.:f o o d:.
A cheeseburger with everything on it
.:s e a s o n:.
Fall, Autumn whatever you wanna call the season where the leaves turn beautiful.


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» Crazy « : » Funny « : » Weird « : » Artistic « : » Judgmental «
Me, well i'm just perfect aren't I. Hahaha no one is perfect, no matter how much they think they are, no one is an angel that holds no grudges, no one is as heartless as they seem. Me, I may not be the best example or role model, but I am true to who I am which is worth looking up to. I do admit to having much of an anger problem, I get angry easily over very stupid things, but its so hard to stop. I like to think I am very smooth, but I know I'm not. I can't talk to most people easily, because I judge them for things they have done and even things they had no control over. The definition of an ass is me, just because I like to think I don't care, but I do. I like to pretend I know more then I do, but I don't. There are many sides to who I am, the main one being my aggression, but I am very much a softy. I don't like to show it, because that would be a weakness, I don't want a weakness, and that right there is my weakness.
Now to talk about the better sides of me. I'm weird, completely and utterly and I love it. I like being the only one not afraid to say what I think, or do as I please. I'm sarcastic and pretty dang good at it. I laugh at jokes told yesterday, I smile at anyone to make them smile back at me. The only dream I have is to inspire other people, to make them create something, to believe in themselves. I'm usually a friendly person, thats of course if you don't rub me the wrong way, but I am a bit of a lovely dovey person. Very old school, I like gentle men, but I want someone who will also, and most importantly, be my best friend. True to my heart I am, I will fight for someone I love, someone who needs me as much as I need them.
Well that was kind of the lovey dovey me, but I can't help it. I also show my emotions even when I think I am hiding them. I'm kind of a clumsy person, falling down or up stairs, and of course tripping over nothing, but that's why I think people like being around me, I tend to make other people look good. Deep inside I am a kid, and will be forever. I love Disney, Pixar, and Dreamworks, and all things toy and animated. Personally I would just love to be a little kid again which is when I learned to be an artist through all the colors, love, friendship, and the other meaningful crap they put in those movies.


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Well... It all started when I was little...
My history really isn't to depressing, its actually happy, I know what a horrible thing. Well anyway, I grew up in Atlanta with my older brother Damion who is two years older then me and my twin younger brothers who are a year younger then me. My dad was very much well set off since his parents were rich, so he inherited a famous restaurant from them as well as a good bit of money. He was lead chief in the restaurant for some time, he isn't now, but still owns it, so now he is a wild life photographer. You might be wondering why I don't really talk about my mother and that is because after the twins were born, which she never wanted to have and was going to get rid of them thankfully my father saved them the only way he could with money, she wanted to take his money and leave and she did just that. I was about three and a half when she left and I don't remember her much, and I don't care to remember either. So that was the depressing part, now onto the happiness. Through my father I picked up my love for art at a very young age and now I can't see myself doing anything that doesn't involve art. I got along great with my older brother and even though my little brothers were devils at times I loved them too, we were one happy family.




.:l i k e s:.
»abs
»tattoos
»sunsets
»soft kisses
»beaches
»nature
»fighting
»puppies
»food
»smiles

.:d i s l i k e s:.
«being left alone in the rain
«broken hearted
«death


I do have a few tattoos...


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.:c r u s h:.
No, not really
.:b o y f r i e n d s:.
None at the moment
.:t u r n - o n s:.
Someone funny and weird, but mostly I would love it if he wrapped me in a bear hug. Also the one, there's probably others but this is the main one, way to sweep me off my feet completely and that would be if a boy took me out to watch the sunset and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder next to my head. To me that is just the most romantic thing a guy can do for me.
.:parents:.
My mom Micheal, she was a gold digger, and my dad Peter, he was a photographer and owns a famous restaurant.
.:siblings:.
Had an older brother Damion and twin younger brothers, Zachery and Alexander.
.:pets:.
I have had so freaking many but my personal current puppies are Branden and Cooper

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{{ ^^As long as you know how much to write >.< if you were here befor you would under stand my OCD and that you need a lot of info and that you need to post again on you reservation post!
Am I seeing a pattern here? So far, all the characters are Brits? (how I call them >.< I'm a semi-brit)

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{ -- oh o u o i didn't notice that. i'm a brit, live in england. :3 actually, i live kind of close to where jasper is from -- }

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{{ Accepted ^.^ I've changed it so now there are only two spots open >.> that means were just two people away fr beginning this roleplay!

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{ Finished, I believe. }

M c K a y

{"I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees."}

{"The World is Going to Hell, and I am Driving the Bus"}

T h e B a s i c s.

Full Name:
"What's it to ya', sweetheart?" || Shai Faith McKay
Nickname:
"Call me anything 'cept McKay, and I'll rip your head off." || McKay
Gender:
"Wanna Check?" || Female
Age:
"As far as I see it, old enough to drink." || Eighteen

M i r r o r, M i r r o r.

Hair color:
Blonde, naturally, with lighter streaks, also natural. Her hair is cut in long soft layers, and falls just past her shoulders. She usually just leaves it down, though if not, into a bun or ponytail it goes. Once in awhile she'll put it in a loose braid.
Eye Color:
Gray, or what some people would call storm gray. They are piercing, merely adding to her intimidating demeanor.
Skin Color:
Lightly Tanned
Tattoos/Scars?:
Butterfly tattoo on the small of her back, no scars.
Height:
5'7
Basic Description:
McKay I would say is of average height, though with a petite build. She has a thin, slender body, her wrists and ankles rather bony looking. Her hips are narrow, fitting into size 2 jeans. Imagine that. McKay has tan, summer skin, which she goes great lengths to take care of. She puts lotion on her body once or twice a day, and washes her face twice a day, putting face lotion on as well. Her skin is clear, having only gotten a pimple once or twice. She has naturally blonde, wavy hair, with lighter blonde streaks in it, also natural. Her hair falls just past her shoulders and is cut in long, soft layers. Her side bangs have grown out mostly, now just shorter hair that she mostly just brushes back with the rest of her hair. These shorter strands often fall into her face. She has quite the look of a beach, Californian girl. She keeps her body well maintained and is quite healthy; going to the gym nearly every day and eating healthy foods. She is toned and flexible, coming from a life of dancing. McKay has a round face, and a big, white smile. That is, if she chooses to flash her brilliant grin. Don't count on it, though. With full lips, McKay can easily pull off the pouty face, though normally it's more sullen or cold. Her nose is yes, what one might call a button nose indeed. She has a tiny diamond nose piercing. Her left ear is triple pierced, her right double. She has wide, big eyes framed with thick lashes and below well maintained and often waxed eyebrows. McKay is a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to, well, about everything. Her eyes are what one might call 'storm grey;' but mainly she just says grey if anyone asks. They are cold and emotionless, showing no sort of human thought behind them whatsoever. They add to her usual intimidating look. McKay doesn't put much makeup on usually, just some liquid black eyeliner and lipstick, of which she prefers the bright red color. Her style ranges somewhere between boho/Indie Chic to Tomboy Rockstar. You decide how that looks in your head. But for McKay, that consists of floral pants or shorts, ripped or distressed jeans, vans or combat boots, and band t-shirts. She also enjoys wearing hot little party dresses and tall, daring heels. McKay is obsessed with accessories, and you'll never find her without a watch, a gajillion bracelets, or a necklace. Or a purse, for that matter. She's also addicted to shopping. As far as her hair goes, she usually just lets it down. If she having a bad hair day, she just pulls it up into a high ponytail or bun. And one other thing about McKay, she always has painted nails. She sees them as art, and loves changing them constantly. Her new favorite is orange with a white stripe and black zig zags, dots, and tribal looking signs. She got the idea from a teen vogue mag. And that pretty much sums it up for McKay's look. Beach Beauty (or Beach Bum ), you could say. Though of course, she's far from perfect. But she's perfect in her own little world.

D e l v i n g D e e p e r.

Personality:
To sum McKay up in one word would be hard, next to impossible. She just so conflicted and different and unique. But perhaps if you said something along the lines of 'complicated,' I'd say you you were on the right track.

Rebel, Rebel; this girl knows how to throw a good party. She's a wild child, there's no doubt in that. She doesn't like rules, or limitations. Getting in trouble with the law doesn't seem to bother her. She's confident, fearless, and foolish. And also a smarta*s when she wants to be. She comes from a broken family, but her Father's got money and and she doesn't mind spending it. It's not like he ever did anything for her. McKay is the kinda girl you can definitely see sneaking out windows and and coming home from parties at six a.m. And that's what she used to be like. Until she ran away, and got a grip on things.

Witty, Clever, and Cunning; as fierce in her looks as in her attitude, it's hard to win an argument against McKay. It's like she's read books on how to be a lawyer, or how to never lose a fight. Because she can come up with sarcastic, mean, and witty puns in a blink of an eye. She's got a barbed tongue and sarcasm is one of her favorite pastimes. Clever and Cunning, nothing gets past her. You can't fool this girl. She herself is an amazing liar, it's astonishing how she can twirl the simplest of stories into a believable lie. She uses her sarcasm and lies to keep herself locked away, and others just out of reach. She is like this to stay away from all the drama, bullsh*t, and pain. She's generally not mean to people, as in a bully; unless they deserve it or are bothering her. But she's not exactly warm and friendly, either.

Cold; nothing seems to hit this girl. She's as icy as the winter winds. She can go from normal to b*tch in point five seconds, and the act of killing someone doesn't bother her in the least. She detached, the news of death not really having an affect on her. Even if she watches someone die, she isn't bothered. If she knew the person, she grieves silently for a bit, but doesn't feel much. She gets on with her life soon enough. McKay doesn't like emotion to show on her face, and keeps it closed off and masked, her eyes cold and emotionless.

Tomboyish, she can pull of any boyish clothing, like her Guns 'n' Roses t-shirt. She isn't bothered by dirt, or bugs, etc. And she's not afraid to swing a few punches. She doesn't do much with her hair. Yet at the same time, her nails are painted, she wears makeup, and is generally fresh looking. She believes there is a difference between hygeine and girly. She can't be bothered to wonder what others think of her, except when she realizes just how horrible of a person she can really be.

Defensive; she is highly protective over anything she loves, which is few things. She will fight to the death for what she believes in, and has no morals, it seems. Yet at the same time, she is proud, and holds her head high despite her attitude and how most people dislike her. She thinks people should always keep in mind that there is a fine line between her personality and her attitude, and her attitude is different depending on who you are. While her personality, is always the same.

Perfectionist; She likes everything to be neat, tidy, and orginized. Her room is cold and looks like a magazine room. Everything is set up just right, though no true character really shows through. There are no personal items in plain view, no worn books or cds or movies. Everything is stored away. There are most certaintly no paintings or drawings. And she does not have a journal. Never with a hair out of place, McKay brings it upon herself to look as close to perfect as possible. I mean, sure, she can have a good time and all, she's not that high mainetence. She just likes everything being in order. It just makes everything easier to locate and understand.

Barbed; she doesn't liked others getting in the way. She doesn't want and sticky messes or attachments. Or windows to her old life. She has shut that all away and shunned it, careful to hide it from the others. They don't need to know about what happened in her past, and she prefers it that way. She likes no strings attached, and one night stands seem like a great thing for her. Or at least she makes it out that way. She doesn't like people getting too close, too familiar. That's when they start to find out things about her, and pry. McKay will begin to draw back out of relationship or friendship if she senses things are getting to close, too personal.

Fragile and Broken; though the words of others seem to hit nothing upon her ears, they can sting. She makes herself nasty and tough and emotionally strong, when really all she is, is a bunch of broken fragments carefully placed together, threatening to shatter any second. She realizes how bad of a person she is, is fairly disgusted with herself. She can't stand herself. Yet it seems, the longer she stays with a group of close knit friends, she will begin to let her true colors shine through.

The truth; she's a sweet girl, on the inside. Far away, she pushed the true McKay away to protect herself from the world. She used to be sweet, kind, talkative, and naive. Though no longer naive, she's still got those other characteristics buried deep inside her somewhere. And though she wanted to lose herself, it seems she is actually finding herself again. It is hard for her to open up, but once she does, you won't be dissapointed.

Relationships; as far as these go, she's wary. It would take a very patient, kind, and understanding guy to capture McKay's heart. Sure, she's a flirt, and she's up for talking and flirting. One night stands? Sure, totally McKay's thing. But if she truly likes a guy, it will be different. And she will not flirt as much, will open up without even meaning too. But then again, she might start to draw away. That special guy will have to be able to show her he will always be there for her, and isn't going to let her go, or hurt her. He will have to be very, very special to win McKay's heart. Because she is like a bird, free and wild and unsure, spreading her wings to fly at the slightest hint of danger. But once she does open up to him, she will be her true self, let her real colors show. And she will be more outgoing. But if he hurts her, she will leave and never look back, never think twice about it. And he will merely become a distant, painful memory she will gladly lose in any way possible.

McKay. She's broken, she's fragile. She defends herself with sarcasm and being a pain, and sets up walls so no one can get too close. But if she learns to trust and accept you, she will open up, and be sweet, kind, outgoing, and funny. But if you break her, you break her. And she closes up again, hiding herself from the world. She's confused and doesn't like who she is, but she's slowly beginning to come to terms with herself and changing her ways.
History:
McKay was born in San Francisco, California, on June Twenty-Second. Or rather, a small town just outside of San Fran. She grew up on the beach, literally. Her family privately owned part of a beach, where no tourists were allowed. There was just a few family beach houses right by the shore, of which McKay's parents owned one, various relatives owning the others. It was a great life. She had an older brother, Michael, and her parents were Teresa and David. They were well off, and it was a happy family. Until strategy struck, the first in a long line of events. Her mother died of cancer, when McKay was eleven. Her brother was thirteen. A mere three months later, McKay, her dad, and her brother moved all the way to Byron Bay, South Wales, Austrailia. Another small town by the beach. McKay was saddened by her mother's death, and grieved for her. But like always, time heals wounds, and life goes on. So Mckay was able to get on with her life. Her father never did remarry. She was fine, for a long run. Had good grades, friends, a couple of romances. But the summer after eigth grade, her brother Michael died. Or rather, killed himself. Life in austrailia hadn't suited him apprently as well as it had McKay, or her father. And that was when McKay really did begin to fall apart. Her father lost himself in his work, and was gone often, leaving her on her own. She met new people towards the end of summer and beginning of her first year at highschool. She sort of 'fell in with the wrong crowd', or so to speak. She began cutting class, not doing her homework. Staying up late, going to parties. She got in trouble with the law, and then got a boyfriend. Jared. He was two years older and she did a lot of things that a fifteen year old girl should not have done with him. He began to abuse her, and it continued on for two and a half years. Drugs and alcohal were also involved. Smack dab in the middle of junoir year, her father found out what was happening. Or rather, one of Mckay's old friend's mom did, and told McKay's father. She was sent to a drug and alcohal rehab center, even though it was mostly for the abuse. Jared was sent to jail, and McKay never saw him again. She was getting better at the rehab, finding her footing again. End of story, right? Happy ever after? Wrong. She had a lot more issues than first thought, and began to try to kill herself. She was cunning, and clever, so no one noticed at first. Let out of rehab, she was able to find more clever ways to try to kill or hurt herself. It was like a repetative circle, and she was stuck in rehab again and put on medicine after her father walked in on her one day trying to hang herself. Eventually, she did get better. But she did not want to go b ack to school and face all the rumours and stares and people. So she did what McKay does best; dissapear. She left her father a goodbye note, and then made her way to Carmel, and has stayed here since, earning her own money and holing away whatever money she took from her father.
Crush?:
"Haha yeah, right, like I'd tell you."
Relationship Status:
"Single and I like to mingle ."
Anything Else?:
No.

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{{ Yeppers! Your form must go up there! I've changed my name >.< obsessions!

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