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__ Could I reserve the last girl, for the Modern Fairytale couple? c: __

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"My name's Blue. And, before you can ask, yes I know it's a color. So what? It's better than some fancy-pants name I could have been named like.. Well, like that other girl. Odile. Nothing against the chick, the name suits her. But for me? I woulda had it changed. Same goes for my middle name. Ugh.. Katherine. I probably woulda smacked my mom when I popped out if she had made that my first name, just sayin'. Anyway, yea, the name's Blue. And, as far as nicknames go, I've never been given one that actually stuck. My bro used to call me Boo-Boo when I was younger, but that is definitely not something I would stand to be called now. Call me Boo, I dare yah. You'll regret it, I'll tell you that much. Anteeways, I'm eighteen, which - if you do your math right - would have me being born around the year of '94, being as I'm a January baby. Yep, rockin' that Garnet. The great event happened on the twelfth of that first month, as a matter of fact. By now I', guessing that you are able to hear that thick accent that laces my voice, so, I'll go ahead and spill the beans. I'm Australian. Yep, I'm a full-blooded Aussie, mate. Ha, just kidding, I don't really say that. Anyhow, I live alone with my dad, and my little brother, Austin. He already wines about how his older sister got the awesome name, while he's stuck with a fuddy-duddy name like Austin. So, - since he was blessed with ginger hair - I decided to call him Little Red, to make him feel better. Well, Austin - or, more commonly referred to as Red - is only at the age of seven as of now, so - sadly - he's old enough to know what me and my dad mean when we say that "mommy passed on." Yea, my mom died a couple years back, when Austin was only five. She had always had alot of heart problems, and one day she ended up having a heart attack. She died in her sleep, the lucky gal. But, enough about my 'sob story'. And, don't you dare say anything about feeling sorry for me, or all you'll get in return is a black eye or busted lip. Your choice."

“ I became a pessimist, because I had to listen to too many optomists. ”

"Well, well, well. I dunno if I'd consider my outer shell beauty, but whatever. Alright, so, I'm guessing you wanna know what I look like? Ugh, describing myself isn't going to be enjoyable... But, here we go. I'll start out simple, for those of you who can't comprehend much, and then those of you who can understand details, can continue. I'm thin. My eyes are brown, and so is my hair. I'm caucasian - obviously - and am pretty pale-skinned. I have a couple tattoos. Alright, there yah go, you simple-minded freaks. Now, for those who don't care to do a bit of reading, I'll go into a bit of depth. Like I stated before, I'm thin. Not anorexicly skinny, but I am very slender. I mean, my arms are like two good-sized twigs. Are you laughing? Yea, that's what I thought. Okay, now, to my face. I have a slender face, which matches my body almost perfectly. My teeth are miraculously straight - yet another thing for Little Red to be jealous about, as he has braces - so, I don't ever have to go through a metal-mouth faze. And, speaking of mouths, my lips are a light shade of pink, although they aren't very large. You will either see a straight line, a grimace, or a small smirk on those lips. Never a warm-hearted smile, never a full-out frown. If you couldn't tell, I'm not a stickler for emotions. Now, onto my eyes - as I don't think there's much to say about my nose, besides it being.. well, an average nose. So, anteeways, my eyes. They're brown. Not hazel, not amber, just brown. They can be considered a dark, chocolatey color. And, - moving on - so can my hair. My thick, tussled locks are most definately brunette, although I'm not sure I fit the smart and sweet stereotype, sorry guys. I wear these brunette locks loose almost all the time, unless I pull them into a messy braid down one shoulder. My hair is a bit longer than shoulder length, and - when it's loose - I don't fix it up much. It's usually a bit tussled and tangled, not a curled or silky strand in sight. Onto my skin. Well, actually, there's not much to say here. I'm pale. Not ghostly pale, but pretty white. It's practically impossible for me to get a tan. Ever. I don't even get burned. I'm always just pale. And, lastly, my tattoos. I have quite a few, actually. I have some song lyrics on my arm that say "Be Free." Then, I have wings on my lower back, with a moon in the center. I bet you're beginning to wonder: "Where's the voodoo?" Well, here it begins. I have a tattoo of a large eye on the inside of my wrist. Freaky, huh? Well, be afraid."

“ "I never really grew up. I just learned how to hide my stupidity. ”

"Now I have to tell you about my inner self? Ugh, you just love the thought of torturing me, don't you? Well, let's go ahead and get this crap over with. How to begin..? Well, I'm a little strange, or hadn't you noticed? Don't answer that. Anyway, I have a bit of a reputation - or three, really. I'm known as "The Mysterious One", "The Beyotch", and "The Believer." I guess, for lack of interest in going into depth of myself, I'll just explore these three main aspects of my personality. You satisfied? No? Great. Okay, what did I say was first? Oh, right. "The Mysterious One." Well, I am a bit of mystery, if I do say so myself. I don't often share my feelings with others, unless those feelings are negative. If I'm happy, I make excuses, if I'm sad, I hide it. Even if I ever fell in love - fat chance! - I would try to make myself believe that I wasn't. I guess another good word to describe this side of me would be "Shielded." I don't know why in hell I'm telling you this, but, it's the truth. It's not that I dislike being happy - quite the opposite, actually. I love to be happy. I just don't like showing it. Don't ask me why, I honestly have no idea. Maybe because I think showing anything other than anger, annoyance, or frustration - with a dash of sarcasm - makes me look weak. And I am not going to seem weak in front of anyone. Bleh. Even the thought of being a weakling makes me gag. Okay, okay, that's enough description for that one. Let's move on to, "The Beyotch." Or, for those of you who didn't catch the slight edit in letters, I'll go ahead and tell you, that this means I'm a bitch. Yes, I admitted it. Actually, I agree with this stereotype. One-hundred percent. It's right on. I am a beyotch, and I'm proud of it. Don't like it? Well, there's the door. I'd be happy for you to leave. But, don't get me wrong, I'm not all bad. I have a softer side, I just choose to hide it. Like I said before, I don't like to look weak, so I choose to put on a front. Well, it's not technically a front, as it truly is a part of me - just not all of me. It's just the only part of my personality that I allow for others to see. I do have a heart, believe it or not. It's just way down. Way, way down. Okay, enough about how heartless I am, let's get onto that third thing. What was it? Oh yea, "The Believer." This is my personal favorite, actually, because it's something that makes me a bit unique from all of the other mysterious bitches out there. I'm a believer. Yep, I believe. In what, you ask? Alright, I'll tell you. I believe in all of that supernatural stuff. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves, demons, angles. Alla that jazz. Not the douche-bags that you see in the movies like "Twilight". No, those things make me sick. I'm talking about the real thing. Like, cruel, gruesome vampires who suck out the blood of helpless victims. Werewolves who attack anyone who enters their forest, without mercy. Ghosts - well, that's kinda self-explanitory. So, yea, call me a freak. Or a hopeless dreamer - that one seems a bit more nice, don'tcha think? - but I'm sticking by my beliefs. Oh yea! I almost forgot. My beliefs also include Voodoo. I would never practice that kinda stuff - no way, I could hurt myself! - but I believe that all of that dark magic crap can really be done. So, if you wouldn't mind being a bit of a test subject, don't hesitate to speak up. I'd love to finally try it out on someone."

“ I never said it was your fault. I just said I was blaming you. ”

"Alright, so, if you haven't been able to figure it out on your own.. Then you must be one hell of an idiot. But, all insults aside - for now - what I mean is, it's a bit obvious that I'm not the lovey-dovey type. I hhate seeing couples all up on each other in public, I even hate to see two people holding hands. Well, unless they're siblings - whereas me and Little Red have experience. But, I absolutely despise the thought of getting involved with a guy. Sure, I've dated before. But it usually didn't last more than a couple of days, before they pissed me off, and I decided to end it. Before someone - meaning him got hurt. I am quite experienced when it comes to the.. - ahem - physical aspect of love, as I'm more of a one night stand kind of girl. The kinds who'll go to a club, meet a guy, and let him take me home. Then, I'll have a bit of 'fun' and be gone by the time he wakes up the next morning. I don't stick around, because that usually leads to something long-term, which I don't enjoy. Honestly, I could be considered a player, even though I don't normally get involved with anyone at all. Yes, understand I said anyone. I'm bisexual, and - for those lighter-minded, out there - that means that I will date, and or "get physical" with either gender. Although, I have to say, I highly prefer males. I've actually never even been with a girl before, although I'm not totally against it. Kay, well, that's pretty much everything. We done here? I dare you to say no."

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[khaleesi,]

Olivia Chachi Kingsley

The D a n c e r| The T o m b o y| The S k a t e r Girl|The G u i t a r i s t|

"Perfect Two"
You can be the peanut butter to my jelly
You can be the butterflies that I feel in my belly
You can be the captain
And I can be your first mate
You can be the chills that I feel on our first date
You can be the hero
And I can be your sidekick
You can be the tear That I cry if we ever split
You can be the rain from the cloud when it's stormin'
Or u can be the sun when it shines in the mornin'

Olivia Chachi Kinglsey
Nicknames:Chachi, Which is what you only call her.


Age 19
Birthdate:August 24th
Birthplace:Honolulu, Hawaii

"Perfect Two"
Don't know if I could ever be Without you
'Cause boy you complete me
And in time I know that we'll both see That we're all we need
Cause you're the apple to my pie
You're the straw to my berry
You're the smoke to my high
And you're the one I wanna marry

Cause you're the one for me
And I'm the one for you
You take the both of us
And we're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
Baby me and you
We're the perfect two

You can be the prince and I can be your princess
You can be the sweet tooth I can be the dentist
You can be the shoes and I can be the laces
You can be the heart that I spill on the pages
You can be the vodka and I can be the chaser
You can be the pencil and I can be the paper
You can be as cold as the winter weather
But I don't care as long as were together

Olivia's life is dance. She is mostly found either dancing, playing her guitar, writing a song, or doing something other than sitting around. She never is caught doing nothing. The girl tries her best to get others to do something productive with her. She is really independent and confident. Olivia never thinks of herself before others. She could be in the most terrible mood, but she will be cheering someone else up. Other than her being a dreamer......she had a reputation. That skater girl attitude is shown quite often. She shows that she doesn't care, but inside she really does. Pretty much saying here, Harley is quite sensitive. So there are the basics. We need to tell you a little more. Olivia is kind of moody. That dreamer girl isn't all dreamer. Sometimes she just wants to be heard out and listened to. Not that hard to do, right? Wrong. She has the worst time talking to people with her British accent is hard to hear sometimes. She has a problem with blood. She fears the red liquid. Even a drop makes her go white, throw up then pass out. She just hates it. So there you are. That is only the little stuff you need to know. If you just listen and watch she can show you the cool side of Olivia.
Likes:
Dance
Writing music
Singing
Guitar
Piano
Photography
Art
Glitter
Surfing
Skateboarding

Dislikes:
Blood
Justin Bieber
The dentist
Outhouses
ANything to do with YOLO
Meanies
Jerks
Non believers

Fears:Blood, The dark

Dreams:To become famous for one of her hobbies.
Hobbies:Dance
Writing music
Singing
Guitar
Piano
Photography
Art
Surfing
Skateboarding




Oliviawas born and raised on a beach in Honolulu, Hawaii. There she had nothing to do when she was little. SO she hit the water with a surfboard. From there on the ocean raised a surfer. She took her surfing skill to the ramps. There she became a skater girl. ALl the guys wanted her to be their friends. Some more than a friend. She didn't find the right guy. She just needed the right one. She started to work at her Mom's surf shack when she was 16. From there she went to the Mainland to find a college. It was hard. SHe is still looking for the right one. She has had a exciting life. Until one day while she was interviewing for a college, her mom called. Her dad had been shot. He was in the Navy Seal. The top dogs of the army. She cried her eyes out. She then pulled herself together. From their on out everyone just expected her to be tough and independent. She just really just wanted to be there for her. She is lost with herself. SHe doesn't know what to do....
Family: A mom, Dad is deceased, A little sister named Anne-Marie.
Pets: A dog named Maybe
Significant Memories:When she first learned to surf.

"Perfect Two"
Don't know if I could ever be
Without you 'cause boy you complete me
And in time I know that we'll both see
That we're all we need
Cause you're the apple to my pie
You're the straw to my berry
You're the smoke to my high
And you're the one I wanna marry

Cause your the one for me
And I'm the one for you
You take the both of us
And we're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
Baby me and you
We're the perfect two
You know that I'll never doubt ya
And you know that I think about ya
And you know I can't live without ya
I love the way that you smile
And maybe in just a while
I can see me walk down the aisle

Cause you're the apple to my pie
You're the straw to my berry
You're the smoke to my high
And you're the one I wanna marry
Cause your the one for me
And I'm the one for you
You take the both of us
And were the perfect two
Were the perfect two
Were the perfect two
Baby me and you
We're the perfect two
Yeah, yeah

Olivia really is a cool girl. Once you break through that shell of hers, there is no going back. You do one big mistake and you pay for it. Olivia is sensitive once she is warmed up to you. You can't really just leave her in the dust. She finds the bad boys the cute ones. Every now and then she likes a guy who can appreciate her for who she is and not what she looks like. All Olivia wants to to be loved.
Best Friend: Not really
Sexual Orientation:Straight
Crush:Nope
Boyfriend/Girlfriend:Nope
Ex-Boyfriends/Ex-Girlfriends:That's another story.....
Enemies:Bring it



Hair Color:Honey.
Eye Color:Blue
Height: 5'6
Weight: 111lbs
Body Type: A dancer body. Thin and flexible

(The Modern Fairy tale girl)

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(Oh ok,)

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>> Reserve me modern fairytale girl please! (:

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